The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream does not begin with light, but with the smell of wet iron and old parchment. You are standing in the high gallery of the Blackwood Keep, a structure that should not exist in this age, its stones breathing a coldness that seeps into the marrow of your bones. Below you, the great hall is empty save for the long table where your friend, Elias, sits with his head bowed. He is not praying....

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