The Golden Harbor
The blood is thick and copper-tasting, coating the back of your throat in a warm, metallic sludge that makes every subsequent breath a labor of physical defiance. You are not thinking; you are reacting, your body a machine of muscle and bone operating with a cold, mechanical precision that feels alien to the soul still trapped inside the ribcage. The man before you, a figure of indistinct...
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