The Golden Harbor
The water was rising. It crept over the concrete threshold of the warden’s office, a slow, deliberate inch that defied the tide charts pinned to the wall. Elias Thorne stood by the desk, his boots soaking through, the cold biting into the leather with a precision that felt almost surgical. He had been the one to pull the body of the smuggler, a man named Kael, from the rocks three nights ago....
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