The Golden Harbor
The frost had crept into the bones of the building. It was a subtle invasion, a crystalline lattice that tightened around the marrow of Detective Elias Thorne. He stood before the glass, watching the harbor outside. The water was not water. It was a field of black glass, broken by the jagged teeth of ice. In his hand, he held the object that had defined his career and now consumed his life. A...
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