The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain draped over the keep. We were inside. Stone walls. Cold air. The smell of damp wool and old iron. I sat by the hearth. The fire was low. Embers pulsed. Red. Then dark. Then red again. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a Warden. My duty is silence. My duty is the wall. Across the room sat old Master Corvus. He was my mentor. His face was a map of...

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