The Golden Harbor
The house on the cliff was not a home so much as a monument to the persistence of memory, a sprawling Victorian edifice of peeling slate and iron that clung to the edge of the New England coastline with a grip that seemed less architectural than organic. Elias Thorne had lived there for three years, ever since the scandal in Boston had rendered him a ghost in his own life, a man whose name was...
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