The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The cold did not bite here; it simply existed, a heavy, silent weight that pressed against the skin like a second soul. I stood at the edge of the Obsidian Pier, the black stone slick with mist that smelled of iron and ancient rain. Behind me, the village of Saint Jude’s Hollow lay silent, its thatched roofs huddled under a sky the color of bruised plums. There was no wind, yet the air thrummed...

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