The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in the cellar tasted of copper and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Silas Thorne’s throat as he stood before the stone table. He was a man carved from the same granite as the walls, his uniform of dark wool hanging loose on a frame that had once been formidable but was now hollowed out by a secret he could no longer swallow. Before him lay the artifact: a glass chalice,...

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