The Golden Harbor
You dream of the glass. It is not a dream. It is the only thing real. You hold it. It is cold. It is sharp. It is your face. You are in the house. The house is old. The house is yours. Or it is eating you. You do not know. You do not care. You look at the shard. It reflects you. You look at the shard. It reflects the room. The room is empty. The room is full. You are the detective here. You are...
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