The Golden Harbor
The steel door groaned, a sound like a ship’s hull cracking under ice, and Elias pressed his shoulder against the cold metal, his boots slipping on the wet concrete. "Hold it, Elias. For the record, hold it." The voice was Dr. Aris’s, though Aris had been missing for six days, and the water lapping at the door’s base whispered the name again, wet and rhythmic. Elias gritted his teeth, the...
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