The Golden Harbor
The seal was cracked, the wax broken in a jagged star, and the letter lay open on the heavy oak table like a dead bird with its wings spread. Sir Julian stood before it, his hand hovering, trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the high tower, but from the sudden, violent weight of the words he knew he would read. He had spent thirty years in the service of the...
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