The Golden Harbor
The watchtower stands not against the sky but within it, a hollowed-out tooth of obsidian rising from the salt-crusted floor of the harbor, its architecture so precise and so ancient that it seems less built than grown, a calcified secretion of the earth itself, where the wind does not blow but circulates in a tight, silent vortex that scours the stone clean of any memory, leaving only the raw,...
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