The Golden Harbor
"You have seen the water, haven't you?" The voice was soft, yet it carried the weight of stone. It belonged to Captain Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform seemed to absorb the dim light of the station. He stood by the window, watching the harbor. The water was black. It was still. It did not move. "I have, sir," you said. Your voice was steady. It was the voice of a man who had served long. It...
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