The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The soup was cold. It sat in the iron pot, a thick, grey sludge that had begun to congeal in the corners. I stirred it with a wooden spoon, the wood dark and worn smooth by a thousand hands, or perhaps just mine. The broth smelled of boiled leather and old blood. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls of the manor, a sound like a beast scratching at the door. "Is it ready, Thomas?"...

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