The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The carriage rattles over the cobbles. You are tired. Your hands are raw. The cold seeps into your bones. You are a clerk. You are nothing. You carry a small box. It is heavy. It is warm. Inside, there is a finger. The town is old. The streets are narrow. The fog is thick. It smells of wet stone and rot. You walk fast. Your heart beats hard. You are not afraid. You are determined. You must...

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