The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The iron of your sword is cold against your palm, colder than the stone floor of the courtyard. Dawn is a bruise on the eastern sky, purple and swollen, refusing to break. You are Silas, Captain of the Royal Guard, thirty-two years of service etched into the lines of your face. You want to kill Lord Vane. You must do it before the sun touches the battlements. If you fail, Elara dies. The plague...

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