The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The glass was warm. You held it against the damp chill of the air, feeling the vibration of the hive within. It was a small, hexagonal cage of amber light, suspended in the violet gloom of the attic. Inside, the bees did not die. They did not fight. They simply ceased to exist, one by one, dissolving into the gold of the air. You watched with a stillness that felt older than your bones....

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