The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bell tolled. It was a low, bruised sound. It rolled across the stone floor. Willis stood by the window. The glass was cold. It bit his fingers. He wore the gray wool of the Order. It smelled of damp and old dust. Outside, the rain fell. It did not stop. It never stopped here. He was twelve. He had been twelve for three years. Or so it seemed. Time moved strangely in the Hall of Whispers. It...

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