The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The quill dipped into the inkwell, the nib scratching a jagged line across the vellum, and Elias Thorne felt the wet heat of the fluid seep into the parchment like a wound that would not close. He was forty years old, a man whose joints ached with the damp cold that settled into the stone walls of the Abbey of St. Jude, and he worked by the light of a single tallow candle that sputtered and...

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