The Golden Harbor
Act I The ink in my pen had dried before I finished the first line, a fact that weighed heavier than the ledger itself. I am Walter Vance, and I am forty-two years old, living in a house that breathes against my ribs. My brother, Thomas, is dead, and the world says he was a forger, a thief who stole our father’s name and sold it for copper. I am here to prove him innocent, to publish the truth...
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