The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The lighthouse did not stand on the cliff edge. It floated there, suspended in a mist that tasted of copper and old rain, its white stone base dissolving into the grey water below. I knew this place. I knew the way the fog rolled in from the north, thick and heavy, erasing the horizon until the world was nothing but the beam and the dark. I was a sentinel here, or so I had been told, a guardian...

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