The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream came first. It always does. I saw the garden. Not the one behind the chapel, no. The one inside the walls of my mind, where the ivy grows thick and black and eats the light. In the dream, the ivy was gold. It shimmered like a river of molten metal, pulsing with a slow, heavy heartbeat. I reached for it. My fingers touched the leaves. They burned. Not with heat, but with knowing. I...

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