The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron gate groaned against the fog, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a death rattle, as Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the towering blackstone walls of the Citadel of Saint Aethelgard. The mist clung to the cobblestones, thick and cold, erasing the line between the street and the sky, turning the ancient city into a labyrinth of gray shadows where the very air tasted of wet...

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