The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The banquet hall in the Ashworth estate smelled of roasted pheasant and damp wool, a cloying mixture that clung to the back of my throat like a secret I had no intention of keeping. We were seated on long, trestle tables pushed together to accommodate the entire village, a display of unity that felt performative, brittle as dry twigs underfoot. My husband, Arthur, sat at the head of the table,...

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