The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog does not lift here. It thickens. It presses against the glass of the harbor master’s office like a wet, grey hand, smudging the view of the water into a single, breathing void. You are sitting in the chair that is not yours. The leather is cracked, dry as old skin, and it smells of pipe tobacco and something metallic, like blood left too long on a tongue. Across the desk sits Elias. He...

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