The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not lift. It thickened. It pressed against the windowpane of the chapel like a wet, heavy cloth, muffling the sound of the sea beyond. I sat in the back pew, my hands folded, trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the silence. The air smelled of salt and old stone, of incense burned down to ash. Outside, the tide was rising, invisible and inevitable. I had come here to...

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