The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream never changes. I am submerged in a slurry of gold leaf, the metal heavy and cold against my lungs, while the water holds my face down with a gentle, suffocating patience. I wake at three in the morning, the taste of copper on my tongue, my hand clenching the brass key so tightly the metal bites into the skin of my palm. I am Giuseppe Caruso, forty-two years old, and I have held this...

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