The Golden Harbor
The ink on the ledger pages of the Whitmore textile mill had begun to bleed into the cotton fibers long before Elias Thorne arrived to inspect the discrepancies in the night shift payroll, a phenomenon that the foremen dismissed as humidity but which Elias, with his magnifying glass and his soul already frayed by the weight of inherited secrets, recognized as the physical manifestation of a...
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