The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain in Blackwood did not fall so much as it hung, a persistent, grey shroud that turned the cobblestones of the High Street into slick, black mirrors reflecting the soot-stained windows of the textile mills. I am Elara Vane, thirty-two years old, and for the last three years I have been a clerk in the office of Silas Thorne, the magistrate who owns the mill, the town, and the very air we...

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