The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The house breathed. Not metaphorically. The timber groaned like a man clearing his throat. It was a sound of age, of rot, of something held together by spite and glue. Elias stood in the hallway. His coat was damp. The rain in Millhaven never stopped. It just changed its mind about how hard to hit the glass. He held the key. It was gold. Not brass. Gold. It felt heavy in his palm. Too heavy....

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