The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray curtain that smelled of wet wool and old iron. You stood on the edge of the cliff, your boots sinking into the sodden moss, watching the harbor below. It was not a golden harbor, not anymore. The water was a bruised purple, churning with the rhythm of a dying heart, and the light that filtered through the clouds was thin and...

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