The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain hits the stone with a sound like broken teeth. You feel it on your face, cold and sharp. It is not water. It is memory. It is the taste of iron and old blood. You stand before the Great Hall. It is a monstrosity of black basalt, rising from the fog. The windows are blind. The doors are shut. You have come here to end the cycle. You believe you are the hero. You believe you are the...

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