The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain against the high, barred windows of the Blackwood Asylum sounded like the static of a dying radio, a ceaseless, white-noise hiss that Elara Vane had learned to tune out in favor of the sharper, more urgent rhythm of her own breathing. She stood in the basement laboratory, the air thick with the metallic tang of copper and the heavy, cloying scent of sulfur, her hands wrapped around a...

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