The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in from the harbor; it grew from the cobblestones, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet iron and old rot. You were standing on the edge of the cliff, your uniform pressed against your chest like a second skin, the brass buttons cold against your fingertips. The city of Aethelgard lay below you, a labyrinth of soot-stained brick and gaslight, but the light did not reach...

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