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, suffocating mist that clung to the stone walls of the Ashworth estate, sealing us within a world that had forgotten the sun, and I stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, my hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through my wool trousers but from the terrible, humming pressure in my ears, a sound like a choir singing in a...

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