The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A grey mist clung to the cobblestones of the harbor, thick as wool, smelling of rot and salt. Silas stood at the gangplank. His coat was heavy. The water black below. He looked back at the ship. The name was painted in gold leaf. *The Golden Harbor*. The paint was chipping. Flakes fell into the mud. He picked one up. It was cold. He crushed it in his fist. The...

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