The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall in the city of Oakhaven; it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the cobblestones and the high, narrow windows of the old houses, turning the air into a thick, grey soup that tasted of iron and rot. Silas Blackwood sat in the corner of the tavern, his hands resting on the table, palms flat, as if he were pressing down a ghost that tried to rise up through the wood. He...

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