The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain smells of iron and old blood. It seeps into your bones. You are in the cell. The stone is cold. It knows your shape. It has held you for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time is a liar here. It stretches. It snaps. You are Thomas Bradshaw. You are a man who broke a law that did not exist. Or rather, a law that only existed when they needed it to. You remember the trial. The noise....

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