The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-18 13:46:28 -

The Golden Harbor

The tower stood at the edge of the mist, a sliver of black stone against a sky that was not quite grey, but the color of old bruises. Thomas stood alone on the precipice. The wind here did not blow; it pressed. It was a heavy, wet thing, smelling of brine and rot. He adjusted the grip on his sword. The leather was slick. His fingers were white knuckles. He was a man of the Order. His uniform...

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