The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

In the dream, the water is black and still, a mirror for the sky. You stand on the dock, holding your father’s lantern, the glass cracked, the wick dry. The fog rolls in from the sea, thick and white, erasing the horizon until there is no world left but the wood beneath your boots and the cold iron in your hand. You are waiting for something to rise from the depths, a shape you cannot name, but...

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