The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall; it was exhaled. It pressed against the glass of the conservatory, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the city into a smear of neon and shadow. We were crowded together, my brother Julian and I, amidst the glittering debris of a life we were no longer sure we could afford. The party was in full swing, a cacophony of laughter that sounded like breaking glass, but I felt...

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