The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not roll in. It stood. A grey wall, solid as stone, sealing the mouth of the harbor. We were men of the Watch, bound by oaths older than the city, older than the stone. My name is Silas. I do not speak it often. Names are heavy things. They weigh on the tongue. I carried mine like a stone in my pocket. Cold. Smooth. Always there. The city was a maze of wet cobblestones and shadow....

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