The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream always began with the sound of a bell, not the clear, bright chime of a sanctuary but a dull, wet thud, like a heavy stone dropping into a deep, stagnant well, and Elara would wake with the taste of iron and old dust on her tongue, her fingers still curled around the empty air as if gripping a hilt, a handle, a lifeline, in the suffocating darkness of the dormitory at St. Jude’s...

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