The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The train does not stop. It hums. A low, thrumming vibration that enters your bones and settles in the marrow, turning your blood to mercury. You sit in the corner of the carriage, your hands folded in your lap, stiff and pale. The window is a mirror. It shows your face, but the face is wrong. The eyes are too wide. The mouth is a thin, white line, as if you are holding back a scream that has...

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