The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The vial held three drops of gold. Thomas counted them against the candlelight, his thumb rubbing the glass until his skin reddened. Three drops. Enough for one child, if the math held. Enough for nothing else. The cellar of Blackwood Manor smelled of wet stone and old rot, a scent that had clung to his clothes for ten years of service as constable. He was thirty-five, and his hands, once...

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