The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mortar is wrong again, Elias. You look down at the joint between the two blocks of granite, and the grey paste has turned the color of bruised flesh. It weeps a thin, viscous fluid that smells of copper and old rain. You have been laying stone for thirty years, since the day Silas died and left you his chisel, his debt, and his name. The rule is simple, carved into the lintel of the...

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