The Golden Harbor
The stone screamed before it broke, a high, thin shriek that tore through the damp air of the atrium and left Elias Thorne with a taste of copper and old dust in his mouth. He stood before the shattered facade of the Golden Harbor, the great gothic structure that had once anchored the coastline of this unnamed, fog-choked district, now reduced to a jagged wound in the earth, its central spire...
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