The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The fog came in from the harbor thick as wool. It smelled of brine and rust. Silas Vance stood by the window of the hold. His boots were wet. The ship groaned. A low, metallic moan that vibrated through the floorboards and into his bones. He was a man of the coast guard. A keeper of order. But this was not order. This was a cage. The hold was a sealed room. Iron walls. No air. The light was a...

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