The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink is black, but it smells of copper and old blood. Elara held the quill steady, her hand trembling not from fear but from the sheer, vibrating weight of the silence in the room. Outside, the bells of Oakhaven tolled the hour, a dull, metallic thud that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards of the scribe’s attic. She looked at the parchment. It was blank. It was waiting. "You’re...

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