The Golden Harbor

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2026-08-21 10:54:12 -

The Golden Harbor

The iron lantern swung on its chain, a dark pendulum marking the time in the empty hall. We had gathered for the feast, though there was no food on the table, only the cold residue of a hundred past celebrations. The air tasted of dust and old wax. I stood by the hearth, my hand resting on the hilt of the sword at my hip. It was not a weapon of war, not truly. It was a key. And the lock was my...

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