The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, its surface a pale, sickly yellow under the guttering tallow. Thomas Bradshaw held the quill suspended above the line, his knuckles white, the feather trembling not from the cold but from a fear that had settled into his marrow like damp wool. The ink in the well was black, so black it seemed to absorb the faint light of the chapel window, a pool of...

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