The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in; it leaked, a slow, viscous exhalation from the water that smelled of iron and old salt. Elias Thorne stood alone in the control tower, the wind whistling through the gaps in the shuttered windows, his hands trembling as he clutched a brass key that had begun to rust and flake away. He was fifty-two, and his heart, a machine long past its warranty, stuttered with every...

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