The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bell tolled once. A low, bronze throb in the chest of the air. Silas stood in the dark. He was a man of few words. His hands were rough. They smelled of oak shavings and pine resin. He held a chisel. It was heavy. It was cold. The room was small. It was a stone chamber. Deep beneath the abbey. The walls wept. A thin veil of moisture clung to the flagstones. Dust motes danced in the beam of...

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