The Golden Harbor
The letter was slipped under your office door at 4:15 a.m., just as the rain began to hammer against the single-pane glass of the Blackwood Municipal Library. It was unsigned, the paper cheap and yellowed, the ink smudged by what looked like rain or tears. You read it three times, standing in the dim light of the archive room, your hand trembling slightly as you held the thin sheet. It spoke of...
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