The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog does not roll in; it exhales, a wet, rotting breath that smells of turned earth and old copper. You stand at the edge of the inlet, your boots sinking into mud that is too warm, too soft, like flesh under skin. In your hand, the compass needle spins wildly, a frantic little top refusing to find its north. You are Elias, forty-two, a cartographer for the Crown, and you have one final...

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