The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ledger lay open on the scarred oak table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and salt. You ran your thumb over the column of deductions, the paper rough against your skin, the numbers blurring in the dim light of the lamp. Three months. That was all that stood between you and the new pair of hands for Clara, the ones the town’s superstition demanded to keep your soul anchored to the...

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