The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The house did not stand so much as it waited. It was a sprawling thing of blackened oak and slate, perched on the edge of the moor, its windows dark as hollow eyes. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, a scent that had settled into the grain of the floorboards over a century. Elara moved through the corridors with the quiet precision of a mouse, her small feet...

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