The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The hall smelled of rot and rosewater. We had gathered in the undercroft of the old abbey, a space that had once been a wine cellar and now held the breath of the living. Candles guttered in their iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the damp stone. I sat at the far end of the long oak table, my hands clasped tightly around a cup of cold wine. The liquid had a tannic bite, like...

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