The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron bell rings. It does not chime; it screams, a jagged shard of sound that splits the air of the engine room. You are not a soldier here. You are not a cop. You are a man with oil under his fingernails and a wife whose face is etched into the side of his skull. The fog presses against the portholes, thick as wool, dead and white. It wants in. "Steady, Elias," you say to yourself. Your...

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