The Golden Harbor
The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages thick with the dust of decades and the weight of secrets. Elias Thorne, a junior clerk with ink-stained cuffs and a tremor in his left hand, watched the gilded finger he held between his thumb and forefinger. It was a relic from his mentor, Arthur, who had died with a look of profound relief on his face. The finger was cold, heavy, and utterly...
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