The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in the High Court of Whispers did not smell of dust or decay, as one might expect in a place where the dead were sorted for their final debts, but rather of wet wool and the metallic tang of old pennies, a scent that clung to the back of Silas Vane’s throat and refused to be swallowed. He stood before the dais, his boots sinking slightly into the carpet that was woven not from thread...

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