The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog does not lift. It thickens, turning the air into a wet wool that chokes the lungs and blurs the edges of the world. You stand on the pier at Blackwood’s End, your boots sinking into the slick, black mud that smells of rotting kelp and old blood. The town is gone, or rather, it is buried under this white silence. You are the last sentinel, the final beat of a heart that should have...

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