The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-20 14:18:22 -

The Golden Harbor

The smell of burnt sage clings to your coat as you walk out of the dispensary. It is a thick, cloying scent, like the breath of a dying god. You leave the heavy oak door behind you, stepping onto the cobblestones that have been slicked by a sudden, violent rain. The air tastes of iron and ozone. In your pocket, the small clay jar vibrates against your thigh. It holds the last of the golden...

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