The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain hammered against the shingles of the attic, a rhythmic, wet percussion that seemed to sync with the throbbing in my temples. I stood before the cedar chest, its wood dark with age and the accumulated dust of decades, and I knew that if I did not open it, I would never be able to leave. The house was not for sale; it was a prison, and the key was buried inside the lining of my mother’s...

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