The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The wound in Elias’s left hand had begun to throb in a rhythm that did not match his heartbeat. It was a slow, wet pulse, like a second, fainter heart beating beneath the skin of his thumb. He sat in the corner of the holding cell, a room of cinder block and cold fluorescent light that hummed with a frequency he felt in his teeth. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and old sweat, a scent...

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