The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The soup was cold. "You let it spoil again, Arthur," she said. Her voice was thin, like the wire of the old radio. It stretched across the kitchen, taut and brittle. "I told you. I told you it was for the guests." Arthur did not look up. He stared at the bowl. The broth had separated, a skin of yellow fat floating on the surface. It looked like a small, dead pond. He lifted the spoon. The metal...

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