The Golden Harbor
The fog did not roll in so much as it erupted, a violent, sulfurous exhalation that swallowed the pier and the town of Blackwood in a single, choking breath. You are standing on the edge of the wharf, your fingers white-knuckled around the railing, watching the world dissolve into a gray, humming static. You are a man of letters, a scholar of the obscure, and in that moment, the academic...
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