The Golden Harbor
The fog rolled in from the sea. It tasted of salt and iron. It covered the harbor. It covered the docks. It covered the men. Thomas stood at the edge of the pier. He watched the water. The water was black. The water was still. He was not a man. Not anymore. He had been a fisherman. He had been a brother. Now he was a thing of the tide. His skin was grey. His eyes were white. He could not feel...
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