The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grief that clung to the iron lattice of the Blackwood Spire. Elias Thorne stood before the window, his uniform pressed to a severity that bordered on the ascetic, the brass buttons catching the dim, jaundiced light of the gas lamps below. He was a man who had built his identity from the cold mortar of duty, a fortress against the...

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