The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hovered. A suspended mist, thick as milk, clinging to the iron grates of the old police station in Harrowgate. It was the kind of wet that seeped into the bones, a cold that had no season. Elias stood by the window. He watched the street below. No cars. No pedestrians. Just the gray smear of the world. He was forty-two. He looked sixty. The years had not been kind....

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