The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog did not smell of salt or rot, but of preserved rosemary and old varnish. It clung to the docks of Port Meridian in 1893 like a shroud, turning the iron cranes into ghosts and the water into a sheet of hammered gold. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the deck of the *HMS Aethelgard*, his hands rigid at his sides, watching the dockworkers refuse to lift the crates. They stood in a silent...

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