The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled off the black water like a shroud, swallowing the jagged cliffs of Harrow’s End. I stood on the porch, the iron key burning a cold circle into my palm, my father’s house looming behind me like a held breath. The door was locked from the inside. I had driven six hours to settle the estate, to sell this rotting shell and pay the creditors who had been circling my neck like vultures...

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