The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in from the harbor, thick as wool and smelling of rotting kelp and old iron, settling over the town of Blackwater Bay like a shroud that had been washed in brine and left to dry in the damp, cold air of a November evening that promised nothing but the slow, grinding decay of the soul, while inside the tavern, the fire crackled with a low, mournful rhythm that seemed to mock the...

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