The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled off the river like a shroud. It swallowed the docks, the cranes, the rusted hulls of ships that had long since lost their names. Elias Thorne stood on the muddy bank, his boots sinking into the wet earth. He was old. Not just in years, but in the way his bones creaked, in the way the cold seeped into his joints like water into a cracked foundation. He adjusted his cap. The wool...

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