The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain came down in sheets that turned the river into a grey, churning throat. I stood on the edge of the pier, my boots sinking into the wet rot of the wood. The fog was thick, a living thing that pressed against my face. It tasted of iron and old stone. I held the case in my hands. It was heavy. The leather was slick. Inside, the glass shattered. I had told myself it was just a job. A...

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