The Golden Harbor
Chapter One "You cannot keep a deputy in the pit for a debt of six shillings, Master." The words hung in the damp air of the Guild Hall, heavy and wet as the mud outside. Caitriona Mulcahy stood before the desk, her uniform stiff with the grime of the shift, the bread line token in her pocket a hard, cold weight against her hip. Master Thorne, a man whose face was mapped with the fine lines of...
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