The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The needle tip caught the translucent membrane of the syringe plunger as I twisted the glass vial, a tiny friction that sounded like a dry leaf snapping under a boot. I held my breath, counting the seconds between the tick of the mantel clock and the heavy, wet drip of the amber sap oozing from the skirting board, a rhythm that had replaced the house’s natural settling noises weeks ago. My...

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