The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mortar had set for three hours and forty minutes, a fact I measured not by the clock on the mantel, which had stopped at the moment of Father’s death, but by the angle of the late afternoon sun slicing through the high, dusty windows of the estate. I was thirty-four years old, and my hands were stained with the grey powder of restoration, the joints aching with a dull, persistent throb that...

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