The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall; it drove. It hammered against the stained glass of the St. Jude’s Orphanage, a relentless, rhythmic assault that turned the night into a blur of gray water and black stone. Inside the attic room, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. Elias sat on the edge of the narrow bed, his hands folded tightly in his lap. His fingers were stained with ink, deep...

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