The Golden Harbor
The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the grey stone of the coastal town of Oakhaven, turning the world into a watercolor of slate and charcoal that slowly bled into the horizon. Inspector Elias Thorne stood at the window of his office, watching the fog devour the harbor lights, feeling a profound and quiet exhaustion settle into the marrow of his...
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