The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fever broke at dawn, but the dream did not. You lay in the narrow cot in the attic room, the air thick with the smell of boiled willow bark and old dust, while the rain hammered against the leaded panes like a thousand small, frantic fingers demanding entry. In the dream, you were standing on the deck of a vessel that had no name, sailing through a sea of black glass. The horizon was a...

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