The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in; it descended, a heavy, wet shroud that smelled of brine, rotting kelp, and the copper tang of old blood, clinging to the cobblestones of Hallow’s End like a widow’s veil. In this village, where the houses leaned toward one another in a conspiratorial huddle against the relentless gray of the North Sea, the mist was not merely weather but a living membrane, separating...

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