The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-20 01:41:21 -

The Golden Harbor

The chain was cold. It bit into my palm, a blue-white frost that spread to the shoulder. I pulled. It did not move. I pulled again. The stone floor shook. Dust rained down from the vaulted ceiling, settling on my hair. I am a soldier. I have held the line. I have held the sword. I have not held this. The room was small. Stone. Wet. A single window high up, barred with iron. The light outside...

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