The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not lift. It thickened. I woke with the taste of salt on my lips. My head throbbed, a dull, rhythmic pulse behind my eyes. The room was cold. Not the crisp cold of a winter morning, but the damp, clinging chill of a place that had forgotten the sun. I sat up. The sheets were tangled around my legs. I pulled them away. My skin was wet. Not with sweat. With dew. Or perhaps rain. I...

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