The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The estate agent, a man with a suit the color of dried blood, called my name from the hallway. "Elara. We need to discuss the valuation." The smell hit me before I saw him: the sharp, metallic tang of old iron mixed with the damp rot of the foundation. I was standing in the kitchen, my hands wrapped around a mug of cold tea, the gold signet ring on my right hand catching the gray light from the...

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