The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog rolled in off the harbor like a burial shroud, swallowing the masts of the fishing boats until they were only ghosts of wood and rope. Elara pulled her coat tighter. The wool was heavy, soaked with salt spray. It pressed against her skin, cold and damp. It felt like a second skin she could not peel away. She walked the jetty, her boots crunching on the wet gravel. Behind her, the town...

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