The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The footprints were wet. They pressed deep into the gravel path, leading from the black water of the harbor straight to the heavy oak door of the lighthouse. Elias Thorne stood in the doorway, his hand still on the iron latch, staring at the trail of mud and salt. He had been alone for three days. The wind had howled since Tuesday, a low, constant moan that vibrated in the floorboards. He was...

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