The Golden Harbor
The crack in the foundation started with a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and Elias Thorne was already on his knees, his palms pressed against the cold, wet stone of the lighthouse base, feeling the vibration travel up through his wrists and into his teeth. He had been here for twenty years, longer than most of the men in the town of Gold Harbor had been alive, and he knew the...
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