The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink in the well is frozen over, a thin sheet of ice that shatters when I dip my quill, sending black shards drifting into the grey water like the thoughts of a dying man. It is the feast of Saint Martin, and the great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude is thick with the smoke of tallow candles and the heavy, cloying scent of roasted swan, yet I sit apart from the table, my hands trembling not...

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