The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream returned to me not as a vision of light, but as a weight of water, cold and thick against the lungs of my sleep. I was standing in the rotunda of the ancestral hall, the vaulted ceiling lost in a mist that smelled of wet stone and old iron. Below, the family crest, once gilded with the promise of eternal dominion, hung in tatters, its gold leaf peeling away like dead skin to reveal...

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