The Golden Harbor
The glass mirror in the center of the cold, stone-floored chamber did not reflect the room as it was, but rather as the room wished to be, a vast and terrifying expanse of water that rippled with every breath Elara took, a breath that sounded like the grinding of millstones against the silence of the ancient, enclosed hall, where the air hung heavy with the scent of damp moss and the metallic...
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