The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The hall smelled of beeswax and rot. It was a smell that clung to the throat, thick and cloying, a physical weight in the air. Elara Vance stood at the edge of the ballroom, her back against the cold stone wall. She watched the guests. They moved like ghosts through the fog of their own wealth. Laughter was a distant, muffled sound, like stones dropped down a well. She held a glass of wine in...

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