The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean. It made them slick, dark, and heavier. Elias stood at the curb, his coat damp, his breath a white ghost against the gray sky. He watched the bus pull away. It carried Margaret to the airport, to the life she had chosen, to the warmth of a world that did not smell of wet stone and old secrets. She had not looked back. Elias did not blame her. He had...

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