The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled, a thick, sulfurous mist that clung to the cobblestones of Alderwick, turning the ancient city into a wet, breathing mouth that refused to swallow you but would not let you leave either. You stood on the precipice of the High Bridge, the wind tearing at your wool coat, and you told yourself that you were simply a man looking for a lost dog, a...

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