The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended, viscous membrane of grey that pressed against the high, arched windows of the Blackwood estate, blurring the manicured grounds into a smear of ink and mud. Inside, the silence was not an absence of sound but a heavy, pressurized thing, a vacuum that pulled at the eardrums and settled in the marrow, thick with the scent of wet...

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