The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in from the harbor like a living thing, thick and grey, swallowing the iron railings of the pier. Thomas Vane stood at the edge of the water, his boots sinking into the wet timber. He was a man built for the cold, his shoulders broad and set, his face a map of old scars and older regrets. The air smelled of brine and rotting kelp, a scent that had clung to his clothes for twenty...

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