The Golden Harbor
"You’ll want the hydraulic ram for the north pier before the sun goes down, or the whole slab shifts." The voice in my head is not my own. It is the voice of the house, a low, tectonic hum that vibrates in the fillings of my teeth. I am Elias Thorne, a structural engineer, and I am standing in the basement of Blackwood Manor with a hammer in my right hand and a sickening, warm wetness pooling...
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