The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The cellar of the Blackwood manor did not smell of damp earth, as one might expect of a space so deep beneath the roots of the house, but rather of wet wool, old blood, and the metallic tang of ozone that seemed to hang in the still air like a visible fog. Elias Thorne sat on a crate of rotted grain sacks, his back pressed against the cold stone wall, his breath coming in shallow, ragged...

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