The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The feast was loud. Clay mugs cracked under the weight of ale. Meat hung from hooks. Blood dripped onto the stone floor. I sat in the corner. My armor was dull. The gold leaf was peeling. It had peeled for ten years. I watched the flames. They licked the iron beams. The air smelled of sweat and pork. I am a keeper. That is my title. I keep the silence. I keep the cold. The others drink. They...

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