The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The summons lay on my desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rot. I read it twice. Then I folded it into a square, small as a matchbox, and placed it in my breast pocket. It was a bill. Not for goods, but for survival. My father’s debts had finally caught up to my salary, and the collectors stood outside the station house, their boots caked in the black mud of Blackwater. I needed the...

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