The Golden Harbor
The wagon wheels groaned against the cobblestones of the old quarter, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that seemed to vibrate up through the soles of Elias’s boots and into the marrow of his bones, a sound that was less noise than a physical weight pressing down upon his chest as the carriage lurched forward into the mist-shrouded streets of Oakhaven, a town that had not truly changed since the...
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