The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ledger lay heavy in your hands, its leather cover cold and damp, smelling of wet chalk and old blood. You were Elias Thorne, the town archivist, and you were holding the only record that proved your wife, Clara, had ever existed. The fog in Oakhaven was not merely weather; it was a substance, thick and grey, pressing against the windows of the municipal archive with the weight of a burial...

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