The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog in Blackwood does not merely obscure; it tests. It rolls off the harbor in thick, grey sheets, smelling of brine and old rot, and it has a way of settling into the bones before it reaches the eyes. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, a merchant of salt and resin, and I am standing on the edge of the wharf with my hands shaking so violently that I cannot keep the ledger steady. The...

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