The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The cellar was warm. It smelled of wet wool and old dust. I stood in the dark, holding the iron bar. It was cold. It was heavy. It was mine. "Are you there, Arthur?" A voice from above. Soft. Distant. Like rain on a roof. I did not answer. I could not. My throat was tight. My hands shook. The iron bit into my palms. It hurt. Good. Pain was real. Pain was here. "I brought you tea," the voice...

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