The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The feast hall of the Citadel of Aethelgard did not smell of roast pheasant or spiced wine, as a feast in the waking world might. It smelled of ozone, of burnt copper, and of the sterile, cold air that rushed from the ventilation shafts high in the vaulted ceiling. Elias sat at the far end of the long obsidian table, his hands folded tightly in his lap, the knuckles white against the dark...

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