The Golden Harbor
The ledger had four hundred and twelve entries, each one a small, cold weight in Elias Thorne’s hand. He counted them three times, the nib of his pen scratching against the paper with a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. The ink was black, the paper cream, and the debt owed by the Thorne estate to the Crown was a figure that grew larger by the hour, a shadow stretching across his life...
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