The Golden Harbor
The ink on the parchment was still wet when the line vanished. Elias Thorne, a man whose mind had long since calcified into the rigid geometry of natural philosophy, stared at the survey of the Golden Harbor. He had spent three days marking the tide line, a task commissioned by Duke Aldric for the foundations of a new sea-wall. The rule was peculiar, known only to the locals and dismissed by...
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