The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream was not of water, but of ink, a black tide that rose through the floorboards of the carriage, soaking the velvet seats, filling the lungs of the passengers who sat in rigid, silent rows, their eyes wide and unblinking, watching the dark liquid climb their ankles, their knees, their chests, until the air itself turned to a thick, viscous syrup that coated the throat and silenced the...

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