The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bread is warm, and it smells of yeast and old wood, a scent that has become so intrinsic to your nostrils that you can no longer distinguish it from the smell of your own skin. You sit at the head of the long oak table in the kitchen of the Holloway estate, a room that is less a room than a cavern of shadows, where the chandelier hangs like a cage of frozen starlight. Your hands, still...

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