The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The damp of the cellar at the Golden Harbor Inn did not merely settle; it invaded, a cold, wet breath that tasted of brine and old rot. Elias Thorne sat hunched over a makeshift table of splintered oak, his fingers wrapped tight around the fragmented gold seal, the metal biting into his palm with a pressure that felt less like weight and more like a pulse. He was thirty-two years old, a man...

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