The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The chain bit. It was cold. Cold as iron. Cold as death. Malcolm pulled. His hands bled. Red drips fell on the stone. He pulled harder. "Let go," said Elias. Elias stood in the shadows. He held a lantern. The flame danced. It was a small fire. It was a big lie. "Let go," Elias repeated. His voice was soft. Like silk. Like rot. Malcolm did not let go. He was the Warden’s man. He was the Law. He...

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