The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the world into a watercolor of slate and rust. I drove the black sedan through the valley, the wipers beating a frantic, rhythmic pulse against the windshield, while I kept my eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. In it, I saw not the road behind me, but the face of Arthur, my husband, staring back with a...

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