The Golden Harbor
The chandelier above the long mahogany table shimmers with a light that feels less like illumination and more like a fever, casting long, trembling shadows across the faces of the guests who sit in rigid, uncomfortable silence, waiting for the toast that will seal their fate or the violence that will break their bones. You are sitting at the head of the table, your uniform crisp and immaculate,...
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