The Golden Harbor
The fog did not merely settle upon the town of Harrow’s End; it invaded, a thick, grey wool that strangled the gaslights and turned the cobblestones into slick, treacherous mirrors of the night, and it was within this suffocating embrace that Elias Thorne found himself standing at the threshold of the house that had once been his sanctuary, now a monument to his own calculated failure, his...
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