The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

I woke with the taste of iron and old pennies on my tongue. The air in the chamber was thick, viscous, heavy with the scent of damp stone and something sweeter, more cloying. Rancid lilies. I lay still. My body felt dense, anchored to the cold flagstones by a gravity that had nothing to do with physics and everything to do with memory. I was a clerk. I knew this. My name was Arthur. I worked in...

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