The Golden Harbor
The house groaned, a deep, tectonic shudder that turned the air thick with the scent of wet earth and old blood, and Elias Vane dropped the ledger onto the desk, his knuckles white, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps that seemed to tear at the throat of the room. It was not the wind. It was not the settling of the foundation, though the foundation had been settling for a hundred years,...
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