The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

You see it first. The door. It is black. Oak. Heavy. It hangs in the frame of a ruin that was once a bank. The glass is shattered. The marble is cracked. You stand in the street. The wind cuts your face. "Is it open?" The voice belongs to the man by the wall. He is old. His coat is thin. He holds a map. It is wet. The ink has bled. "It is closed," you say. He looks at you. His eyes are bright....

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