The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink in the pot was black and thick, smelling of iron and old pennies. Elias Thorne dipped his quill, the bristles stiff, and waited for the silence to break. The cellar of Blackwood Asylum was damp, the stone walls weeping a cold sweat that soaked into his wool trousers. He was thirty-two, though his hands trembled like those of a man twice his age. He wanted the ledger. He wanted the truth...

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