The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dampness in the vault of the Blackwood Estate did not smell of mildew, as Elias Thorne had expected, but of overripe oranges, a cloying, rotting sweetness that clung to the back of his throat and turned his saliva to thick, cloying syrup. He stood alone in the windowless room, the air stagnant and heavy, clutching the shattered remains of a porcelain vial in his left hand, the jagged edges...

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