The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron door groaned. It was a sound like a dying man clearing his throat, low and wet, vibrating through the soles of your boots. You stood in the corridor. The air smelled of rust and damp wool. It was the smell of the place. You knew it better than you knew your own wife. "Come in, Sergeant," the voice said from the dark. It was dry. It was old. You stepped inside. The room was a box of...

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