The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in. It breathed. It pressed against the single pane of glass in the attic window, a cold, wet mouth against the skin of the house. Thomas sat in the dark. The only light came from the embers in the hearth below, a dying pulse that reached his feet but not his eyes. He was twelve. He held the iron key in his left hand. It was heavy. It was cold. It had been cold for three...

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