The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the moors surrounding Blackwood Manor into a grey, breathing sludge. Inside the library, a room that smelled of damp wool and decaying oak, Arthur Penhaligon sat with his back to the window, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had long since gone cold. He was a man of letters, a scholar of the old laws, and in his mid-fifties, he carried...

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