The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

You wear the iron. It is not a metaphor. It is a collar. Cold. Heavy. It bites into the neck. You are a Warden. You hold the line. The line is black stone. The stone is old. Older than the kings. Older than the gods. You do not look up. You look down. You look at the hands. The hands are bound. The hands are dirty. The hands are trembling. You have seen ten thousand hands. They all tremble. You...

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