The Golden Crossing

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The harbor master’s voice cut through the damp air, sharp and devoid of warmth. "Thorne. You are on the log." Elias stood at the edge of the pier, the salt spray stinging the raw skin of his knuckles. He was thirty-four, though the last two years had carved the years out of his face, leaving only the hollows of exhaustion and the set jaw of a man who had spent too long in trenches. In his left...

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