The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended shroud over the moors. Silas stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the wet heather, watching the mist curl around the jagged teeth of the rocks below. He was a man who had spent thirty years enforcing the law in the quiet, damp villages of the north, and he had learned that silence was often louder than...

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