The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The gate was iron. It was rusted through at the hinges, a skeleton of black veins against the pale, indifferent sky. I stood before it. The wind came off the harbor, carrying the smell of brine and rot. It tasted of old blood. I had been a constable for twenty years. Twenty years of keeping the peace in a town that did not want peace. A town that wanted to burn. My name was Elias Thorne. I wore...

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