The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink had soaked through the lining of Elias’s coat by the third day, a cold, viscous black that smelled of wet iron and old blood, seeping into the wool and turning the fabric stiff and brittle against his ribs. He counted the hours in the Ministry’s reading room, marking them with the scratch of his fountain pen on the intake forms, each tick a small violence against the silence of the...

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