The Golden Harbor
The letter was signed with a flourish that cost more in ink than the rent on Elara’s current flat. She read it twice, the paper slick with the damp of the coastal air, the words blurring into a promise she did not want to keep. Silas wanted the deed. He wanted the house back, or so he claimed, though the truth sat heavier in her stomach than the salt spray. She stood on the cliff path, the wind...
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