The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The clock in the tower did not tick. It hummed. A low, sick vibration that Elias felt in his teeth, in the marrow of his bones, in the loose fillings he had never replaced. He sat in the high room, the air thin and cold, smelling of dust and old ink. The manuscript lay open before him. The words were his. Or so he had thought. He rubbed his eyes. The ink was still wet. "Another chapter," he...

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