The Golden Harbor
The iron gates of the Blackwood Penitentiary did not creak so much as they groaned, a low, tectonic moan that seemed to rise from the very bedrock of the coal-stained earth, announcing the arrival of Sergeant Elias Thorne with a gravity that silenced the shuffling of feet in the yard. He stood beneath the archway, where the fog clung to the masonry like a shroud, his uniform pressed so sharp it...
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