The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a gray shroud draped over the heath. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. Thomas Whitmore stood at the edge of the cliff, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in three years. He was not a young man. The years had carved deep lines into his face, trenches where fear and duty had once lived. Now, they held only silence. "You...

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