The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain fell on the cobblestones. It hissed. A thin, grey mist rose from the gutters. It smelled of wet wool and old iron. Silas stood by the door. He wore his coat. It was black. The wool was heavy. It clung to his shoulders. He looked down at his hands. They were raw. The skin was cracked. Blood seeped from the knuckles. He flexed his fingers. They hurt. Behind him, the house was dark. The...

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