The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The smoke tasted of copper. It coated my tongue, a metallic film that signaled the blood in the air. We were pinned behind the rusted iron gates of the foundry, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning coal and wet wool. Sergeant Miller’s face was a mask of gray soot and determination. His eyes, pale and watery, fixed on the shadows beyond the alleyway. We were the last of the Third...

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