The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain in this city did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended mist that smelled of wet iron and old pennies, clinging to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat like a second, heavier skin that he could not shed. He stood on the bridge, the one they called the Gray Span because the fog always swallowed its arches first, and he held the object in his left hand, his knuckles white against the dark...

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