The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mortar tasted of iron and old rain. Elias Thorne spat the mixture onto the flagstones, his breath hitching in the cold air of the Blackwood Abbey nave. He was forty-two, his hands rough as bark, his eyes burning from the smoke of the tallow candles that flickered against the high, vaulted shadows. He needed to seal the foundation crack before the winter solstice, a deadline etched into his...

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