The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The house in the village of Oakhaven did not rot. It waited. It stood at the end of the muddy lane, a skeleton of timber and grey stone. The windows were black voids. The doors hung open, swinging in a wind that never quite died. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of wet wool and old blood. Mara sat on the floor of the kitchen. Her back was against the cold wall. She held her left hand in...

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