The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink is moving again. “Stop that,” I said, my voice cracking in the dry air of the workshop. “You’re ruining the plate.” Silence answered me, heavy and cold. The light from the gas lamp flickered, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls of the Royal Mint’s sub-basement. It was November, 1893. The air tasted of copper and stale sweat. I am Elias Thorne. I have been a master...

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