The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron gate groaned in the wind, a low, mournful shriek that cut through the damp fog of the industrial estate. Inspector Arthur Penhaligon stood before it, his coat damp with the chill of the early morning, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his wool trousers. He was a man of few words, a creature of habit and rigid procedure, yet today the air around him vibrated with a tension he...

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