The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-20 04:15:56 -

The Golden Harbor

The feast is a lie. You know it as you cut into the goose. The knife slips against the bone, a dull, metallic sound that cuts through the low hum of the choir. You do not speak. You do not look up. Your eyes are fixed on the tablecloth, a white expanse stained with the wine of the past hour. The wine is dark. It pools in the folds of the linen like blood. You watch it. You do not drink. You...

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