The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

My fingers were stained black with soot when I found the brooch. It lay in a crack in the floorboards of the study, a shard of gold no larger than a thumbnail, jagged and dull. I wiped my hands on my trousers, the wool already worn thin at the knees, and picked it up. It was lighter than it should have been, hollowed out by some invisible rot. Outside, the wind tore at the eaves of Blackwood...

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