The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall; it was poured, a thick, ropy substance that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a mirror of black oil. "Look at her," said Silas, his voice a dry rasp that seemed to scrape against the damp air. He stood in the archway of the Guildhall, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm against the stone pillar. "She is not walking. She is being dragged by the earth itself."...

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