The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The banquet hall smelled of roasting venison and stale wax, a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a shroud. Inspector Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting on the polished surface, knuckles white. He was a man carved from the same granite as the lighthouse outside the window, steady and unyielding, but tonight his face was a mask of pale, brittle...

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