The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron cauldron sat in the center of the hall. It was black. It was cold. It was his. The feast was over. The tables were bare. Bones lay in the dirt. Candles guttered. Smoke hung low. The air smelled of wet wool and old wine. Elias stood by the hearth. He held a knife. The blade was dull. He did not wipe it. He watched the cauldron. It did not move. It was heavy. It was solid. It was the...

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