The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The smell of burnt sugar and rotting apples had settled into the very marrow of my bones, a sticky, cloying residue that no amount of scrubbing with lye and sand could ever fully scrub away, clinging to the insides of my throat and the back of my eyelids like a second, more insidious skin that I could not peel off without drawing blood. I stood at the edge of the marsh, where the reeds...

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