The Golden Harbor
The letter from the Board of Trustees lay on the mahogany desk, its seal broken, the paper yellowing at the edges like a dried leaf. Elias Thorne, forty-two and senior archivist, read the final line three times, the ink blurring slightly under the fluorescent hum that vibrated in his molars. He was to complete the audit of the Golden Harbor Trust’s final ledger before the end of the fiscal...
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