The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The mist that clung to the black waters of the harbor did not lift so much as it exhaled, a slow, grey sigh that smelled of rotting kelp and old iron. Silas Vane stood at the edge of the stone quay, his boots sinking slightly into the wet moss that had colonized the ancient masonry, and watched the fog swallow the world. He was a man carved from the same salt-wind as the sea, his face a map of...

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