The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bell tolled. It was the third strike. My hand trembled. The leather glove gripped the hilt. The leather was wet. It was my own sweat. Or perhaps rain. It was always raining here. The tower stood against the sky. The sky was the color of a bruise. Purple. Swollen. We waited. The Order of the Iron Veil did not sleep. We did not dream. We only watched. The watchtower was cold. Stone bit into...

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