The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The clock on the wall ticks. It is the only sound in the room. You sit on the edge of the bed, your hands in your lap. They are still. They have been still for hours. You are waiting for the door to open. You know it will not. The clock ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. The object sits on the nightstand. It is a small brass compass. It belonged to your father. It has belonged to the family for three...

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