The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The feast was a wound in the dark. Candles burned low in silver holders, their light trembling against the damp stone walls of the manor. You sat at the head of the long oak table, your hands folded in your lap. The leather of your gloves felt tight. Too tight. You were a soldier of the night, a warden of the boundary between the living and the dead. Or so the town believed. They called you the...

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