The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall in Harrow’s End; it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the wet cobblestones and the iron gates of the old asylum, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world looked like a watercolor left out in a storm. I walked with a rhythm that was not my own, my legs moving in a stately, detached march that felt less like walking and more like being carried by...

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