The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

Elara. The word hangs in the damp air of the scullery, sharp as a knife slipped between ribs. You turn from the sink, where the water runs brown with rust and old grime. Your hands are raw, the skin split and weeping. You are thirty years old, and your knees ache with the weight of the years spent scrubbing the Blackwood floors. You want your pension. It is a small, concrete thing: a monthly...

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