The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The charcoal stick was heavy in my hand, heavier than it looked, a dense black cylinder that smelled of burnt wood and old sweat. I held it against the damp stone of the wall, trying to sketch the arch of the cell door, but my fingers trembled, a fine, violent shiver that made the line waver and break. The dampness here was not merely wet; it was a living thing, a cold weight that seeped into...

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