The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain had a sound like gravel being stirred in a tin cup, and it was that sound that made me look up from the mud, where I was trying to keep my boots from sinking into the bog at the edge of the defile. "Vane," the word came from the ridge above, thin and sharp as a knife sliding through wet wool. It was not a greeting. It was a summons, and it carried the weight of the magistrate’s...

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