The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The wall breathed. It did not hum. It did not creak. It expanded, a slow, tectonic inhalation that pressed against the rivets of the hull. I felt it in my teeth. A cold, metallic taste flooded my mouth. Copper. Iron. Fear. I am Sergeant Elias Thorne. I stand before the door. It is not a door. It is a membrane. A seal of black iron, cold as a grave. Beyond it lies the engine room. Below it lies...

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