The Golden Harbor
The harbor of Aethelgard had not been silent for three days, nor would it be for the next seven, for the sea had ceased to obey the pull of the moon and instead churned with a rhythmic, bruised fury that defied the laws of physics and the comfort of the living. I stood upon the jagged promontory of the Black Cliffs, the wind tearing at my cloak with the desperation of a man who has lost his way...
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