The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled off the harbor like a shroud, thick and grey, swallowing the industrial spires of Blackwood until only the faintest glow of furnace fire remained. I stood at the edge of the cliff, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the iron poker still clutched in my fist, the metal slick with something I refused to identify. I had come here to end it, to let the tide...

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