The Golden Harbor
The damp stone of the Oakhaven archive exhaled a cold, mineral breath that settled into Elias Thorne’s bones, a sensation he had endured for twelve years without complaint until the Guild Master’s accusation turned the air into a blade. Elias stood before the oak desk, his hands resting on the spine of a ledger bound in cracked leather, while the accusation of embezzlement hung in the silence...
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