The Golden Harbor
The chandelier above you is a constellation of shattered glass, each fragment catching the candlelight and throwing it back as a thousand tiny, accusing eyes, and you stand in the center of the great hall, holding the largest shard, its edge biting into the meat of your palm, the blood warm and immediate against the cold, Victorian chill of the air, a sensation that is both a warning and a...
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