The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The tooth was wrong. I knew it before I touched it, before the cold brass of the magnifying glass pressed against my thumb. It was a molar, pulled from the jaw of Arthur Vane, my father, who had been dead for six months. But the enamel was too smooth. Too polished. It looked less like bone and more like a pearl, holding a light that did not exist in the dim, amber glow of my study. I am a man...

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