The Golden Harbor
The mortar shell hits the roof of the library just as you are turning the page of a water-stained map. The impact is not a sound but a physical blow, a sudden expansion of air that shoves you backward into a shelf of decaying encyclopedias. Dust chokes the light, turning the afternoon sun into a bruised, yellow smear. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a historian who has spent the last decade...
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