The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog in Blackwood Harbor does not lift; it breathes. It is a living thing, a pale and heavy membrane that seals the town against the rest of the world, smelling of salt, rotting kelp, and the faint, metallic tang of old iron. You are sitting in the back of the chandlery, a room that has smelled of tallow and cedar for three generations, counting the coins in your palm until your fingers go...

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