The Golden Harbor
The iron gate shuddered against the stone, a groan of ancient metal that echoed through the vaulted hallway like the dying breath of a beast, and Caelen felt the vibration of it in his teeth, in the marrow of his bones, as he pressed his back against the cold, damp wall of the corridor, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps that tasted of copper and fear, while above him, in the high, narrow...
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