The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bone was wrong. That was the first thing. The second was the smell. Wet iron. Old blood. Professor Elias Thorne held the femur in his gloved hands. It sat on the cold stone table of the undercroft. The air here was thick. It tasted of damp wool and decay. He was a scholar. He dealt in facts. In dates. In the clean, hard logic of the past. But this bone defied logic. It was not human. Or...

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