The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The brass key was heavy in his palm, cold as a river stone, and it had not been so for twenty years. "Put it down, Silas," said the magistrate, his voice thin and papery, cracking like dry twigs in the wind that howled outside the stone walls of the old town hall. "You are not the man who made this city. You are a relic. A broken thing. Put the key down and go home to your bed, and if you are...

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