The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended fog that smelled of wet stone and iron. Aldous Vane stood in the courtyard of the Blackfriars’ Hall, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the hammer he held. Across the yard, a figure in a hooded cloak moved with a liquid, predatory grace, the steel of a rapier catching the dim light...

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