The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the leaded windows of the St. Jude’s Infirmary, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and ash. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled lint and tallow, and the silence was not empty but heavy, pressed down by the weight of the stone ceiling. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the ward, his hands...

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