The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

I My hands were already wet when I saw him. The ice on the harbor was cracking under the weight of the sardine boats, a sound like dry bones snapping in the cold. I held the chalice. It was gold, heavy, and it hummed against my palms with a heat that did not come from my body. I was walking toward the customs house, my breath forming clouds that tasted of salt and rust. I wanted the pension. I...

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