The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The count of hours since the fever broke was three, and the count of stitches in Elias Thorne’s palm was seven, a tally he kept not for the pain, which had dulled to a dull throb, but for the sheer, bewildering weight of the hand still gripping his own. Sarah Thorne, who had been a skeleton wrapped in linen for the better part of a month, held on with a strength that defied the arithmetic of...

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