The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The salt in the air tasted of iron and old blood, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to wash away. I stood at the precipice of the Obsidian Cliffs, where the sea did not meet the sky but dissolved into it, a churning void of grey and black. My hands trembled, not from the cold, though the wind was a physical blow, but from the weight of the vial clutched in my left...

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