The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fire did not roar; it whispered, a low, sibilant hiss that seemed to lick at the very marrow of my bones as I stood at the edge of the blackened ruin of the estate. The smoke was thick, a grey curtain that hung low over the fields, smelling of wet ash and something sweeter, something rotting and ancient, like lilies left too long in a vase. I had come back to claim what was left of the...

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