The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream did not begin with light, but with the scent of wet stone and the heavy, iron tang of old blood. It was a corridor without end, paved with flagstones that wept condensation, and at the far end, a door of black oak stood ajar. Sir Elias Thorne, Keeper of the Archives, walked toward it. In his hand, he held the Scepter of Veridius. It was not a weapon of war, but a thing of profound and...

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