The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog in Harrowgate did not roll in; it seeped up from the wet cobblestones like a ghostly exhalation, thick and cold enough to taste of iron and rotting kelp. I stood at the edge of the pier, my coat soaked through, watching the lighthouse beam sweep across the churning black water with a mechanical, indifferent grace. It was not a light that saved; it was a light that marked the boundary, a...

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