The Golden Harbor
The dream did not begin with light, but with the heavy, suffocating weight of wet stone, a sensation so profound that Aldous Vane felt the very marrow of his bones turning to cold lead, a physical manifestation of the centuries that had accumulated like sediment in the hollows of his joints, a burden he had carried so long that he had forgotten it was not part of his natural anatomy, yet here...
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