The Golden Harbor
Your fingers are already stained with the cold sweat of the vault door, the metal biting into your skin as you force the mechanism to yield. It is not a clean break; the lock groans, a sound like a man clearing his throat before a scream, and the air that rushes out is stale, thick with the scent of ozone and old blood. You are Elias Thorne, Senior Inquisitor of the Order of the Silver Key, and...
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