The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood into a slick, treacherous mirror. Elias Thorne stood before the cell door, his hand resting on the iron latch, feeling the cold metal seep through his glove. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old fear. He was thirty-four, a constable of twelve years’ service, and...

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