The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog tasted of iron and rot. Elias Thorne stood on the wet cobblestones of Blackwood Harbor, his knuckles white around the collar of a wool coat. It was his son’s coat. Arthur’s. The fabric was dark with blood that had dried to a rusty crust, and it felt impossibly heavy, as if the garment were filled with wet sand. "Let me pass, Magistrate," Elias said. His voice was low, a rumble in his...

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