The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in thick. It smelled of iron and wet wool. I wiped my glasses. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb fracture. I couldn’t fix it. I walked the pier. My boots squeaked. The wood was rotting. Beneath the planks, the water churned. Black. Cold. I was tired. My bones ached. The cold found the gaps in my coat. I am a constable. Or I was. They took the badge. They took the name. They left...

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