The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The tallow sputtered, a wet, arrhythmic coughing in the dark, and Elias Thorne’s hand did not tremble as he held the match to the wick. He had wanted this moment for three days, a cold hunger that sat heavy in his gut like swallowed stone. The chapel was damp, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood, and the silence was so complete it felt like a physical weight pressing against...

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