The Golden Harbor
The iron key was cold. Caleb held it in his palm. It burned. Not with heat. With weight. It was a heavy thing. Black iron. Old. It sat on the table. In the center. Like a stone. He looked at his hands. They were shaking. He was a man of law. He had worn the badge for thirty years. He knew the weight of a weapon. He knew the weight of a verdict. He did not know this weight. The house was quiet....
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