The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The candle wax had hardened into a thick, amber crust around the wick, and Elias Thorne counted the drips falling onto the stone floor: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. The count was the only thing that kept the water from rising in his ears, a phantom tide that had swallowed him in the fever-dream, pulling him down into the...

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