The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink was cold, Elias, colder than the harbor water that had been lapping at the pier for three hours. October 12, 1893. The office smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of rust. I sat at the heavy oak desk, the lease agreement spread before me, its paper brittle as a dried leaf. Outside, the wind had begun to moan, a low, sustained note that vibrated in the floorboards. I was...

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