The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not lift; it thickened, a wet, grey wool that strangled the air until every breath tasted of rot and cold iron. I had walked for three days, or perhaps four. Time had lost its rigid architecture, crumbling into a slurry of hours that felt identical in their oppression. My boots, once polished leather, were now sodden sacks of mud that slapped against the cobblestones with a heavy,...

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