The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The banquet hall is cold. Too cold. The chandeliers hang like rusted cages. You sit at the head of the table. The table is long. It stretches into the dark. It stretches into the fog. You are not the master here. You are the guest. The guest who never left. The food is cold. The wine is thick. It tastes like mud. It tastes like blood. You eat anyway. You must eat. The hunger is a beast. It...

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