The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

You stand at the edge of the precipice, where the black water of the harbor meets the jagged teeth of the cliff, and the wind carries with it the scent of brine and decay, a thick, cloying perfume that has seeped into the very stones of the town, into the wool of your coat, and into the hollows of your bones, so that you can no longer tell where the air ends and the rot begins. It is a time of...

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