The Golden Harbor
The nightmare left a taste of copper and old dust on your tongue, the sensation of being swallowed whole by the architecture of Thorne Manor, the walls closing in like the jaws of a starving beast. You woke in the dark, the grandfather clock in the hallway ticking backward, a sound like a heartbeat in reverse, each tick pulling the air out of the room rather than pushing it in. Your hands,...
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