The Golden Harbor
The letter arrived in a manila envelope, the paper thick and stiff with the smell of the harbor’s salt air, though it had been sent from the city. Elias Thorne, thirty-four and already bearing the weight of years in the lighthouse keeper’s chair, read the words twice. The Board of Harbor Commissioners praised his "excessive vigilance," a phrase that tasted like ash in his mouth, hinting that...
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