The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

My fingers were deep in the grime of the reliquary’s base, scraping away a century of dust and dried candle wax, when the first whisper reached me. It was not a sound in the air, but a vibration in the bone of my skull, low and wet, like the gurgle of water finding a crack in stone. I froze, my brush suspended in the air, the bristles trembling with a fine, involuntary shake. The light in the...

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