The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hung. A heavy, wet veil of mist clung to the stone walls of the manor, breathing against the glass like a living thing. Elias sat in the corner of the library, his hands folded in his lap. They were still. Always still. The air smelled of damp wool and old paper. And beneath that, something else. Something sweet. Rotting. He waited. The house was old. Older than the...

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