The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray curtain drawn tight against the iron windows of the keep. We had been walking for three days, my wife Elara and I, our boots heavy with the mud of the valley, our breath misting in the cold air that smelled of wet stone and old blood. I carried the spear, a thing of ash wood and bone, and Elara carried the silence that lived between us. It was a...

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