The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-18 12:40:29 -

The Golden Harbor

The mud is cold. It seeps into your boots. You are running. Stop. Your breath is a rag. Your lungs burn. The forest is dark. The moon is a white coin in the sky. You are alone. No. You are not alone. Listen. There is a sound. A snap. A twig breaking. You freeze. Your hand goes to your sword. The hilt is slick with sweat. You know this forest. You have walked it for ten years. You are a guard....

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