The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in from the sea, thick as wool, swallowing the harbor lights one by one. I watched it take the lighthouse. Then the pier. Then my own reflection in the wet cobblestones. My father was gone. He had been gone for three days, but the house still smelled of him. Old wool. Pipe tobacco. The sharp, metallic tang of the brine that clung to his skin no matter how many times he scrubbed....

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