The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink is black, but it looks like dried blood under the gaslight. You press your thumb against the spine of the Golden Ledger, feeling the wet, pulsing warmth of the leather. It is three in the morning in Oakhaven, and the fog has already swallowed the lower city, turning the cobblestones into slick, black mirrors. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a night archivist, and you have...

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