The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The hall smelled of wet wool and old stone. It was a feast, but a strange one. The chandeliers were made of twisted bone, and the light they cast was a sickly, yellow bruise against the high, vaulted ceiling. The air was thick with the scent of roasting meat that had no name. Margaret sat at the far end of the long table. Her hands were wrapped around a glass of dark wine. She did not drink....

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