The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The manor smells of wet wool and old pennies. You stand in the foyer, your coat dripping onto the Persian rug, while the house hums beneath your feet. It is a low, rhythmic vibration, like a large animal sleeping in the cellar. "You are late, Mr. Thorne," the butler says. His name is Silas. He is gaunt, his skin pulled tight over cheekbones that look sharp enough to cut glass. "The roads are...

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