The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bread had begun to rot before the body was found. It sat in the wicker basket by the window, a dark, weeping thing. The crust had cracked, splitting the loaf into jagged shards. The crumb inside was black, slick with a mold that spread like a bruise. It smelled of wet earth and decay. It was the smell of the cellar where the men had been held. Silas Vane stood in the kitchen. He did not...

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