The Golden Harbor
"You wore the crimson sash with a pride that I found, in my heart, to be a profound and sickening obscenity, as if the blood of our oath had been spun into thread by some cruel, unseen god who finds our suffering to be a mere aesthetic exercise." The voice that spoke was not my own, yet it resonated within the marrow of my bones, a low, thrumming vibration that seemed to emanate from the very...
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