The Golden Harbor
The wine was sour, thick with the taste of rot, and I drank it in long, shuddering gulps to keep the shivering from my bones. I am Elias, thirty years old, and I have been in this damp cellar for three days, marked by the court as a traitor, a thief, a sinner whose name is already a curse on the lips of the keepers. My want is simple, a concrete thing that burns in my chest like a coal: I must...
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