The Golden Harbor
Chapter One Ray Tillman stood at the quay’s edge, the salt air burning his lungs with the specific, gritty heat of a sirocco that had hung over the East End for three days, turning the cobblestones into a furnace and the harbor water into a stagnant, brown mirror. He was fourteen, a junior clerk at the quarantine office, and his hands were shaking not from fear but from the terrible, vibrating...
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