The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog does not lift; it thickens, a heavy, gray wool pressed against the glass of your eyes, until the world outside your skin ceases to be a place and becomes a pressure. You are walking. You have been walking for what feels like centuries, though the sun has only risen once and set once since you left the village of Oakhaven, a place that no longer exists on any map, only in the brittle...

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