The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The quill was cold in Elias’s hand, its feather damp with the ink that had not yet dried, a sludge of black and gold that smelled of iron and old blood. He held it over the ledger, a thick book of accounts for the Abbey of St. Jude, but the words he intended to write—*three casks of wine, two shillings*—refused to form. Instead, the ink bled upward, twisting into the shape of a face he...

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