The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not lift. It thickened. It pressed against the windows of Blackwood Manor like a living thing, gray and cold and hungry. Inside, the air was still. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light that pierced the heavy velvet drapes. Alistair stood by the fireplace. He did not move. He did not breathe. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. The steel was cold. His knuckles were...

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