The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain in Blackwood does not fall so much as it seeps, a persistent, gray damp that soaks into the marrow of the bones and turns the air into a thick, edible suspension of rot and wet stone. You are sitting in the window seat of the train, the glass cold against your cheek, watching the blurred landscape of the Yorkshire Dales smear past in streaks of mud and iron. You are a man who has spent...

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