The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

"You’re dead, Silas." The voice came from the fog. It was not a shout. It was a whisper, wet and heavy, like a stone dropping into deep water. Silas did not turn around. He kept his eyes on the ledger. The ink was black. The page was white. The numbers were red. He was a man of numbers. He was a man of the harbor. He was a man of the town. The fog pressed against the window of the counting...

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