The Golden Harbor
The train from the city did not arrive on time, nor did it arrive at all, leaving Elias Vane standing on the gravel shoulder of the coastal road with his suitcase, a leather-bound notebook, and a heart that felt as though it had been pummeled by a heavy, invisible fist, while the wind off the Pacific carried with it the scent of salt and decay and the promise of a silence so profound it could...
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