The Golden Harbor
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, weeping curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into a slick, dark mirror reflecting the jagged, lightning-struck sky, and in the center of this churning, elemental violence stood Elara Vance, her scholar’s coat torn at the shoulder, her breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps as the air itself seemed to constrict around...
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