The Golden Harbor
The letter from the Magistrate’s office lay on the kitchen table, the ink still wet and smelling of iron. I read it twice, my thumb tracing the jagged edge of the paper where the seal had been broken. "Mr. Thorne, your report regarding the structural anomalies at the Thorne Estate is noted. Given the family history of nervous disorders, your observations are classified as hysterical. Cease all...
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