The Golden Harbor
The fog did not lift. It thickened. It pressed against the glass of the lighthouse window, a grey, breathing wall that erased the horizon. Elara wiped the condensation with a sleeve that was already damp, her breath hitching in her chest like a trapped bird. Outside, the sea churned, black and angry, throwing itself against the rocks with a violence that shook the foundation of the tower....
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