The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled into the harbor of Saint Jude’s not like a weather front, but like a living thing, thick and grey, smelling of brine and old rot. Elias Thorne, the junior archivist of the coastal lighthouse, stood at the iron railing of the gallery, his hands white-knuckled against the cold metal. The lighthouse itself was a monolith of white stone, rising from the jagged cliffs like a bone...

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