The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

"Stop it," the glass whispered. "Stop bleeding the dead for coin." I stared at my own face in the hallway mirror, the one with the gold leaf peeling away like dead skin. The light in the room was thin, a pale grey slant cutting through the dust motes that hung in the air like suspended ash. It was 1893, and the clock on the mantel ticked with a heavy, wooden insistence that felt personal. My...

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