The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron gates close. You do not look back. The mist swallows the road behind you. You are in the Deep. The air tastes of rust and old rain. It is heavy. It sits on your lungs. You walk. Your boots crunch on gravel. It is a fine sound. It is the only sound that matters. You are leaving the world of men. You are entering the world of stone. You were not always alone. There was Elias. He was your...

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