The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The cellar smelled of wet stone and the sweet, cloying rot of overripe plums, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent, metallic taste. I sat on the cold flagstones, my back against the damp wall, listening to the heavy, rhythmic thud of the winch above me. It was the sound of the ship’s anchor being dragged across the seabed, a mechanical groan that vibrated through the...

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