The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The heavy brass key hung in my palm, its weight a familiar, comforting anchor against the chaos of the night. It was the key to the west wing, the part of Thorne House that had been sealed since my father’s collapse, and holding it now felt like holding the spine of the family itself. I stood in the great hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted venison and spilled claret, watching Julian...

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