The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it materialized, a thick, gray mist that clung to the cobblestones of the old quarter like a living thing, smelling of wet iron and forgotten centuries. Elara Vane walked with her head bowed, the weight of the satchel against her hip a constant, grinding reminder of the burden she carried, a burden that was less a physical mass than a spiritual hemorrhage. She...

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