The Golden Harbor
The train hissed into the station at Blackwood, a long, metallic exhalation that seemed to stretch the afternoon into something thin and brittle. Elias Thorne stepped onto the platform, his boots sinking slightly into the gravel, the damp earth clinging to the soles like a secret he wasn’t ready to share. He was a man of letters, a curator of the university’s rare book collection, a life lived...
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