The Golden Harbor
The fog rolled into the valley of Blackwood not like a weather system, but like a living thing, a pale, breathing beast that swallowed the stone walls and the ivy-strangled towers until the world was reduced to a circle of dampness and silence. Elias Thorne walked with his head low, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned the estate’s path into a treacherous mire. He was not a man...
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