The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The hawthorn branch lay across Elias Thorne’s knees, its leaves brittle and the color of old brass. It was a small thing, no longer than a ruler, yet it held the weight of the winter pressing against the attic floorboards. Outside, the wind stripped the bare oaks of Blackwood Manor, a sound like dry leaves skittering over stone. Elias was forty years old, his hands mapped with the white scars...

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