The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not lift; it thickened. It rolled off the jagged cliffs of the Isle of Man, a gray wool that smelled of brine and decay, swallowing the lighthouse beam whole before it could touch the black water. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the promontory, his fingers digging into the wet stone, watching the mist curl around his ankles like the tendrils of a dying vine. He was a man who had...

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