The Golden Harbor
The letter lay on the workbench, its edges softened by the humidity of the workshop, the ink of the return address smudged into a gray blur that Elias Thorne stared at until the letters seemed to dissolve into the grain of the wood. It was from his solicitor, a man named Halloway who had the uncanny ability to make the severance of a marriage sound like the closing of a particularly tedious...
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