The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron pot sat upon the grate, black and swollen, exhaling a steam that tasted of copper and old rain. I watched the liquid rise, a thick, amber sludge that bubbled with the slow, deliberate rhythm of a dying heart. It was the only thing in the house that moved with any grace, while I, Margot, stood trembling in the draft that crept beneath the door of the cellar kitchen. The war had taken...

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