The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the slate roof of the manor like a thousand small, desperate fists, a sound that had become the rhythm of Silas Thorne’s life. He stood in the center of the great hall, his knuckles white around the hilt of his ceremonial sword. The blade was not steel. It was bone. Or perhaps it was carved from the very wall, a sliver of the house’s ancient spine,...

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