The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The storm did not break the window; it dissolved the seal. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the archive room, watching the rain streak down the glass like weeping eyes. The air inside the Blackwood Institute for Restorative Arts was thick with the scent of linseed oil, rotting paper, and the metallic tang of fear. It was a modern facility, all steel and glass, designed to preserve the past...

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