The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The house did not burn; it exhaled. It was a slow, terrible sigh of timber and thatch that began in the rafters and rolled down through the walls, turning the air thick with the scent of wet ash and ancient pine. Elara stood in the center of the drawing room, her hands wrapped around a small, leaden sphere that pulsed with a heat that was not quite fire, nor quite blood. The sphere was her...

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