The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron compass sat in your palm, cold and heavy, its needle trembling against the glass like a trapped fly. You were Elias, twelve years old, and you held the key to the gate that your father had sworn you would never touch. The salt flats stretched before you, a white expanse that smelled of brine and old rot, and beyond that lay the Hollow, the place where the air itself seemed to suck the...

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