The Golden Harbor
The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the city clean; it merely made the grime slick, allowing the cobblestones to mirror the bruised sky. In the upper quarters, where the mist clung to the stone like a shroud, Elara Vane lived a life of quiet, deliberate isolation. She was a woman of few words and many shadows, her days spent in the high tower of her ancestral home, cataloging the remnants of a...
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