The Golden Harbor
The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the coastal road into a slick ribbon of mud and gravel, blurring the line between the earth and the sky until the world felt like a watercolor painting left out in the storm, and within the confines of the heavy, reinforced steel of the patrol vehicle, Thomas Bradshaw sat with his hands resting loosely on his lap,...
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