The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in. It rose. It came from the water. Thick, gray, and smelling of brine and rot. It swallowed the pier. It swallowed the boats. It swallowed Thomas. He was seven. He stood at the end of the dock. He held the jar. The jar was green glass. It was old. It was stained with something dark and viscous. Inside, the water moved. Not like water. Like smoke. Like breath. Thomas...

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