The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fire started with a smell of burnt sugar and old wool. It was a sweet, cloying scent, like overripe peaches left in the sun, and it hung in the air of the corridor before the heat did. I was walking toward the library, my shoes clicking on the marble, when I saw the smoke curling from the door of my father’s study. He was sitting in his high-backed chair, the leather cracked and worn,...

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