The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it stood, a vertical curtain of grey water that turned the streets of Harrowgate into slick, black mirrors. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his boots soaking through the leather, watching the fog devour the horizon. He was a man carved from the same stubborn stone as the lighthouse he had guarded for twenty years, a monument to a duty that...

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