The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain in Blackwood did not fall so much as it hung, a perpetual, grey curtain that smelled of salt and rotting kelp. I walked my rounds along the seawall, the cold seeping through my wool coat, my eyes fixed on the fog that rolled in from the harbor like a living thing. It was three in the morning, the hour when the town slept its heavy, drugged sleep, and the only sound was the rhythmic...

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