The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain had been falling on the Abbey of St. Jude for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the stone walls into weeping flesh. Elias Thorne sat alone in the scriptorium, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and old ink. He was forty years old, an inquisitor of the Order, and he held in his trembling hands a single sheet of parchment. The ink on the page glowed. It was a faint,...

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