The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream began not with light, but with the smell of wet wool and stale iron, a scent that clung to the inside of my skull like a damp towel. I stood in the center of a circular chamber, the floor paved with stones so black they seemed to drink the scant illumination filtering down from the high, barred windows. The air was thick, heavy with the weight of centuries, and every breath I took...

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