The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-19 01:05:22 -

The Golden Harbor

The ink was wet. It glistened on the parchment like a fresh wound. Elias held his breath. The quill trembled in his hand. He looked at the door. It was heavy. Oak. Banded in iron. He did not knock. He waited. "Enter," said the voice from within. It was low. Gravelly. Old. Elias stepped inside. The room was dark. Candles burned. They flickered. Shadows danced on the walls. They looked like...

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