The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It was driven. It struck the mud of the track with a violence that seemed personal, as if the sky itself were angry at the intrusion of the cart below. Thomas Ashworth sat in the driver’s seat, his hands white-knuckled on the reins. The mule, a shaggy thing named Gideon, huffed and spat, its eyes rolling in the dim light of the heath. In the back of the cart, wrapped in...

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