The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain tasted of iron. It ran down the visor of my helm, blinding me, mixing with the sweat that poured from my brow. I stood on the battlements of the High Keep, the wind tearing at my cloak, and I swung. The blade was heavy. It was always heavy. Below, in the muddy moat, the crowd churned like a broken mill. They threw stones. They threw curses. They threw the truth, though they did not...

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