The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not lift. It thickened. It pressed against the stone of the Blackwater Garrison like a living lung, cold and damp, smelling of brine and rot. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the cliff, his hands gripping the rusted iron railing. The metal bit into his skin. He did not pull away. He was a Captain, though the title felt like a coat that no longer fit, too large, too heavy for the...

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