The Golden Harbor
The building stood at the edge of the city like a tooth knocked loose in a mouth that had long since forgotten how to chew. It was not a grand palace, nor a ruin in the romantic sense; it was simply a house that had been left to rot by people who were too poor to burn it down and too proud to sell the land for scrap. I knew it because I had grown up three blocks away, watching its windows...
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