The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain tastes of iron. You drink it. It is cold. It is alive. The cloak is heavy. It is soaked. You walk. The road is mud. The road is bone. Behind you, the gate slams. The sound is a crack. The sound is a end. You do not look back. To look is to die. To look is to bind. You run. The forest closes in. Black pines. Grey mist. The air is thick. The air is watching. This is the wilderness. This...

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