The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain fell in sheets, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a mirror of broken streetlights. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood beneath the awning of a shuttered bank, his hand resting on the grip of his sidearm. He was not a man who liked to wait. Waiting was a form of erosion. It wore down the will, it softened the edges of certainty. Yet here he was, soaked to the bone, watching the...

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