The Golden Harbor
The fog that rolled off the black waters of the North Sea did not merely obscure the horizon; it swallowed the world whole, a thick, wet woolen blanket that smothered the air and turned the ancient stones of Blackwood Keep into spectral ghosts haunting their own foundations. It was a journey not of miles but of memory, a trek through the labyrinthine corridors of a house that had forgotten how...
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