The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, gray veil over the moor. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. Thomas stood in the mud. His boots sank. The mud swallowed him to the ankle. Then the knee. He did not move. He waited for the command. But there was no command. Only the wind. It tore at his cloak. The cloak was heavy. It was blue. It was the color of the deep sea. It was the color of death....

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