The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The wind did not howl; it screamed. It tore through the shingle of the breakwater like a jagged wire, stripping the flesh from the bones of the lighthouse. Clara Vane stood at the window of the keeper’s quarters, her breath fogging the cold glass. She held a silver thimble in her hand. It was small, cold, and heavy. It was the only thing in the house that felt solid. The storm had arrived three...

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