The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream began with the smell of rotting lilies. Miles awoke. Sweat slicked his brow. The candle guttered. He sat up. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. The room was dark. The air was thick. A whisper slithered through the shadows. *You know.* Miles closed his eyes. He tried to breathe. The air tasted of ash. He knew. He always knew. The city of Oakhaven slept. But not...

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