The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in Blackwood Hollow smelled of wet slate and rotting apples, a heavy, cloying scent that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat long after he had passed the last of the orchard trees. He walked the muddy lane toward the village square, his boots sinking into the earth with a soft, sucking sound that seemed to echo the hollowness growing in his chest. It was a Tuesday in late October,...

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