The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-17 10:59:02 -

The Golden Harbor

The wind does not howl; it screeches, a thin, metallic sound that tears through the eaves of the manor house like a blade through silk. You are standing on the battlements, your hand white-knuckled around the hilt of your sword, the iron cold enough to burn your palm. Below, in the courtyard, the mist clings to the cobblestones, swallowing the feet of the men who are shouting. They are not...

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