The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The clock stopped at three. I did not wake. I dreamed. The room was my office. But it was not. The walls were breathing. The air smelled of wet ash. And rain. Heavy, cold rain. I was standing before a mirror. It was old. Bronze frame. Dented. My reflection was there. But it was not me. It was Thomas. My partner. My friend. My brother in all but blood. He was smiling. I was not. He wore my...

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