The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The air in the watchtower was thick, stagnant, smelling of wet wool and old fear. Below me, the harbor lay under a bruise of purple cloud. I pressed my hand against the cold stone of the parapet. My fingers were numb. I am Aldous. I am the keeper of the gate. Or so they say. The bell had rung. It always rings at dusk, though today it had rung at noon,...

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