The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

Thorne. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by a voice that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of Elias’s teeth. He did not look up from the blueprints. The paper was damp, the ink smearing into black rivers that mapped the bones of the building. He was forty-two years old, and his hands shook with a tremor that had nothing to do with the temperature. In his left palm, he held the...

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