The Golden Harbor
The storm hit the coast of Nova Scotia with a violence that felt personal. It was not merely weather. It was an accusation. The house, a crooked timber thing perched on the edge of the cliff, groaned under the assault of wind and rain. Inside, Elias sat in the dark, listening to the walls shift. He was an old man. His hands, knotted and swollen, rested on the armrests of his chair. They were...
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