The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The seal cracks. It does not shatter. It fractures. A hairline fissure runs through the obsidian surface. You hold it up to the fluorescent light of the processing center. The glass is cold. It burns. You are in Room 4B. The walls are grey. The air smells of ozone and stale coffee. You are a refugee. Or you were. Now you are a case number. You are a subject. The object in your hand is a glyph....

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