The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain hammered against the single pane of glass, blurring the streetlamps into weeping halos of amber and grey. I stood in the interrogation room, the air thick with the smell of rust and wet wool, my hands trembling so violently that I could barely hold the cup of cold tea. My name is Elias Thorne, and I am thirty-two years old, a constable in the fog-choked industrial port of Blackwater. I...

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