The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream was static. It was white. It was the sound of a turbine spinning at three thousand revolutions per minute, a hum that vibrated in the marrow of the bone. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the noise. He held a piece of parchment. The paper was damp. The ink was running. It was a map. Or a warning. He could not read it. He tried to look at the letters, but they dissolved into mist....

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