The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

You wake in a field of black thistles, the air tasting of iron and old blood. The sky above is not blue, but a bruised purple, swirling with stars that do not twinkle but burn with a steady, hateful intensity. You are cold. A profound, bone-deep cold that settles into your marrow and refuses to leave. You look down at yourself. You are wearing the same grey wool coat you wore yesterday, the one...

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