The Golden Harbor
The fog did not roll in so much as it seeped, a cold, pale substance that rose from the black water of the harbor and settled upon the town of Oakhaven like a shroud. It was a place where the air tasted of salt and iron, where the houses, built of dark timber and stone, leaned toward one another as if sharing secrets that had long since lost their meaning. Here, in the shadow of the ancient...
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