The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The jar sat on the table. It was thick glass, amber inside, filled with a suspension that looked like ground rust. Captain Elias Thorne stared at it. He did not blink. The air in the ward was stale, recycled, smelling of antiseptic and old wool. He was a man who had spent forty years in uniform. Now he was a man in a chair. "It’s not poison," said the woman in the corner. Her voice was dry,...

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