The Golden Harbor
The banquet hall of the Ashworth Institute for Applied Ontology was a cavern of polished mahogany and suspended gaslight, a place where the air smelled faintly of ozone and old dust. Professor Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his hands resting on the linen, trembling with a vibration that seemed to originate not from his nerves but from the very wood of the chair. Before him lay...
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