The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in from the estuary like a gray shroud. It swallowed the docks. It swallowed the cranes. It swallowed the light. Elias Vance walked the wet planks. His boots slicked. The air tasted of salt and rust. It was the winter of 1893. The city was dying. The machines were screaming. He carried a box. It was heavy. It was black. It was made of lead. Inside lay the coat. The coat was red....

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