The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The spectacles lay on the desk, the gold rims tarnished by decades of handling, and I held them as one holds a grenade with the pin pulled, waiting for the hiss. It was November, 1912, and the light in the archive room of Blackwood Asylum was the pale, sickly yellow of gas lamps struggling against the encroaching dark. I am Elias Thorne, fifty-eight years old, and I have spent thirty years...

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