The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

Silence. The stone was cold. Mara held it. It hummed. A low vibration. Like a bee in a jar. The room was dark. Dust motes danced in the moonlight. They were silver. They were dead. She sat by the window. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb. A net for ghosts. Her hands shook. Not from fear. From hunger. The stone was small. No larger than a walnut. Black. Veins of gold. It was the only thing...

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