The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ledger showed four hundred and twelve days since the last payment. Arthur Vane counted the stitches on his left hand, one by one, under the amber glow of the kerosene lamp. Each knot was tight, a small white bead of thread holding back the red heat that pulsed beneath the skin. He was thirty years old, and the mine foreman’s coat hung loose on his frame, the wool worn thin at the elbows...

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