The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The oak seed sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, warm as a coal. It was a small thing, brown and rough, but it held a heat that defied the November chill creeping through the walls of Blackwood Ridge Station. Elias rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger, a habit formed over twenty years of service, before placing it back into his coat pocket. The warmth remained, a persistent, low-grade fever...

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