The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The bronze tongue of the Great Bell hung in the tower’s throat, a heavy, golden weight that smelled of old blood and rust. Elias Thorne, forty-two and trembling with a fatigue that had settled deep into his marrow, wiped his bleeding fingers on his leather apron. He had come to Oakhaven to restore the Bell before the winter solstice, a task that would secure his guild master’s title and seal...

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