The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog tasted of iron and old paper. Elias woke with the taste of salt on his lips. He was not in the ship. He was not in the room. He was standing in a corridor that had no end. The walls breathed. They expanded and contracted like the lungs of a dying god. The air was thick. It pressed against his skin. It weighed tons. He remembered the dream. Or perhaps it was the truth. The distinction...

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