The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The damp in the Blackwood Priory did not smell of rot, but of old wax and the metallic tang of blood that had long since dried into the flagstones, a scent that Brother Thomas had come to associate with the specific, hollow ache in his younger sister Elara’s chest. He sat on the edge of her narrow cot, the rough wool blanket pooling around his knees, watching the rhythmic, shallow rise and fall...

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