The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The dream is always the same. You stand before a mirror of black glass, and the reflection does not move when you do. It waits. It smiles with a mouth that is not yours. You wake in the small hours, the air in your chamber thick with the scent of old wax and rotting lilies. The Gilded Mask sits on your face. It is not a metaphor. It is a physical weight, cold gold pressed against your skin, its...

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