The Golden Harbor
The fog did not merely settle upon the Blackwood estate; it invaded, a damp and suffocating entity that pressed its grey face against the stained glass of the dining hall, blurring the world outside into a formless, threatening void while Captain Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long mahogany table, his uniform crisp against the rotting air, his eyes fixed on the single sheet of parchment...
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