The Golden Harbor
The dream was always the same. A harbor of gold, light refracting through water that tasted of iron and old paper. Elias Thorne woke with the taste on his tongue, the metallic tang of copper flooding his mouth before he even opened his eyes. He was thirty-two, an actuary at Harrow & Grimsby, a firm that smelled of dust and dried ink. He wanted the senior partner seat. He wanted to prove he was...
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