The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bird was dead on the floor. It lay in the pale, dusty light of the cell, its wings spread like broken glass. Julian did not look at it. He looked at the wall. The stone was cold. It bit into his back through the thin wool of his tunic. He had been here for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time in the Undercroft did not flow. It pooled. It stagnated. The cell was not a room. It was a...

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