The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

Elias. The name was not a question but a summons, dragged from the throat of Master Halloway like a fish from the ice. The air in the scribe’s shop smelled of damp wool, stale tallow, and the sharp, metallic tang of the plague that had already taken three apprentices this month. Elias, twelve years old and thin as a birch sapling, did not look up from his task. He was grinding lapis lazuli into...

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