The Golden Harbor
The fog does not roll in; it rises, a slow exhalation from the black water of Oakhaven Bay, swallowing the town in a grey, suffocating silence. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and your fingers are stained with the ink of a petition that has just been rejected by the Municipal Council. The lighthouse, the Golden Harbor, is to be demolished by Friday. You want to save it, to secure the legacy...
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