The Golden Harbor
Chapter One My hands were black with the river clay when I found the first amulet, buried deep in the silt of the cellar wall where the foundation stones had shifted under the weight of the spring flood. I was digging not for treasure, but for the loose brick that Thorne had marked in his ledger as a point of structural failure, a task he had assigned me with the cold, precise indifference of a...
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