The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain does not fall. It hangs. A wet, industrial fog clings to the hull of the iron steamer, turning the world into a smear of gray and rust. You are not a passenger. You are cargo. Or perhaps the vessel itself is the cargo, drifting toward a port that does not appear on any chart. The air smells of brine and ozone, a metallic taste that coats the back of your throat. You check your hands....

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