The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The house had teeth. Silas knew this. He had lived in the drafty, oak-beamed manor for three years, ever since the plague took his wife and left him with nothing but a debt to the estate’s master. The walls were not wood. They were chitin. They shifted in the dark, a slow, tectonic grinding that mimicked the settling of foundations. But it was not settling. It was digestion. Silas stood at the...

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