The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

Thorne. The name hung in the air, heavy as wet wool. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of brine on his tongue, his lungs burning as if he had inhaled the harbor itself. He lay rigid in the narrow bed, the straw ticking under his weight, listening to the drip of condensation from the ceiling. It was a sound that had become a clock, marking the slow erosion of his life. He needed the ledger. He...

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