The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

You stand in the hall. The air is thick with dust and silence. The stones are cold under your boots. You are the Watch. You are the wall. You are the eye that does not blink. The chandelier above is a cage of dead moths. It hangs low. It sways slightly. A breath of wind from the high windows. The glass is thin. The glass is brittle. "Is it true?" The voice comes from the shadows. It is Lord...

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