The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in the Hollow did not smell of earth, but of ozone and old pennies. It was a scent that coated the back of Milo’s throat, a metallic tang that tasted like the inside of a broken battery. He had come here seeking the source of the signal, a faint, rhythmic pulse that had driven his mother to the edge of sanity, a hum that vibrated in the marrow of her bones until she begged him to find...

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