The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The door was not a door. It was a wound in the air. I stood before it, my hand hovering over the brass handle. The metal was cold. Colder than the November wind outside. Colder than the grave I had dug for my pride three years prior. This was the Sanatorium for the Displaced Mind. A place of white stone and silent corridors. A place where the broken were kept until they stopped breaking. I am...

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