The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The champagne was bad. Too sweet. It stuck to the back of my teeth like varnish. We were at the summit. The hotel was a monstrosity of glass and steel, clinging to the side of the mountain like a barnacle on a whale. Below us, the valley was a blur of white. The storm had been brewing for days. Now it had arrived. A wall of static. A gray curtain. "Here's to the project," said Marcus. He raised...

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