The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The stone of the Blackwood Asylum did not merely sit upon the hill; it consumed the light, drinking the pale, winter sun until it turned the color of bruised plums, and I stood at its iron gates with the weight of my uniform feeling less like protection and more like a shroud, the leather creaking softly against my skin as the wind, which had been still for three days, suddenly exhaled a cold...

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