The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

Thomas. The name was not a greeting but a summons, barked from the high altar where Abbot Corvinus stood, his voice cracking against the stone vaults like a whip against a wet hide. Thomas looked up from the vellum, his fingers slick with a mixture of oak-gall ink and the dried, rust-colored ash of his father’s pyre, and saw the Abbot’s eyes fixed on the ledger rather than the scribe. The air...

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