The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world outside the window of the study, where Arthur Pendelton sat with his spine curved like a question mark against the velvet upholstery. He was a man of letters, or at least he had been, before the dampness of the house began to seep into the marrow of his bones, before the ink on his manuscripts...

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