The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The notary’s pen hovered above the deed, a black needle suspended over the white skin of the paper, and I watched the tip of my own left index finger sink into the oak surface of the desk. It did not stick; it entered. The grain of the wood seemed to part around my skin, accepting the intrusion with a wet, fibrous resistance, and a heat, dry and terrible, began to bloom at the joint of my...

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