The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The brass was cold. Elias counted the scratches along the edge, one by one, until his thumb bled. Twelve years old, and his hands shook like a leaf in a gale. The compass did not point north. It pointed to the nearest living soul. He had known this for a month, ever since the needle had swung away from the window and locked onto his mother, who stood in the kitchen washing dishes. The needle...

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