The Golden Harbor
The ink on my hands had not dried since I left the shore, a dark, viscous stain that smelled of iron and old blood, mirroring the rot that had set into the bones of my father, Sir Aldous. We were sailing the Void, that endless, grey expanse of mist that lay beyond the edge of the known world, where the laws of physics bent and broke under the weight of ancient, forgotten sorcery. The ship, a...
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