The Golden Harbor
The rain had been falling for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that blurred the line between the cobblestones of the harbor town and the churning, black water of the bay, and when Elias Thorne stood on the pier, watching the last of the fishing boats drag their nets into the mud, he felt the familiar, heavy weight of his own history pressing against the back of his neck like a physical...
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