The Golden Harbor
The brass key turns in the lock with a sound like a bone snapping, and your hand is already reaching for the ledger before your mind has finished waking. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, and the night watchman of Blackwood Manor, a title that tastes like ash in your mouth because the only thing it buys is time. Time to find the fraud, to prove the debt is a lie, and to save Clara’s...
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