The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray, suspended veil over the blackened timber of the university archives, where the smell of wet ash and old paper clung to the skin like a second, suffocating layer. Professor Elias Thorne stood amidst the wreckage of the Great Hall, his hands trembling not from the cold that seeped through his wool coat, but from the sheer, violent absurdity of the...

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