The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron key sits in your palm, cold as a winter stone, heavy with a weight that has nothing to do with its metal composition and everything to do with the silence that has swallowed the house. You have held it for three years, turning it over and over until the ridges have worn into the whorls of your own fingerprints, until the boundary between your skin and the brass has dissolved into a...

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