The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The moth was dying on the windowpane, its wings fraying into a lace of dust and silence. Elias watched it from the high vantage of the attic, his breath fogging the cold glass, a ghost in his own house. Below, in the parlor where the fire burned with a hollow, hungry light, the argument had finally ceased. It had not ended in resolution, but in the heavy, suffocating silence that follows when...

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