The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a thick gray veil that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Thomas stood at the edge of the cliff, his boots sinking into the black mud. He was not afraid. He was only tired. The wind pushed against his chest, a cold hand trying to peel the skin from his bones. "Look at him," a voice said from behind. Low. Rough. Like gravel under a shoe. Thomas did not...

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