The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The air in the Grand Hall of the Ironclad Assembly did not smell of perfume or polished wood, but of ozone, hot brass, and the faint, metallic tang of fear. It was a scent that had permeated the very stone of the building, seeping into the velvet drapes and the mahogany desks where the Councilors sat in their high-backed chairs, watching us with eyes that had long since forgotten how to blink....

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