The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in; it arrived with the wet, heavy certainty of a debt collector. Elias Thorne stood on the gallery of the lighthouse, his hands gripping the rusted iron railing until his knuckles turned white, watching the harbor disappear into a wall of grey that smelled of brine and old rot. He was forty-five years old, a man who had spent two decades measuring the world in fathoms and...

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