The Golden Harbor
The rain in Oakhaven does not wash things clean; it only makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the Debtors’ Quarter into a mirror that reflects the rot of the city back at you, a wet, black eye staring up from the earth. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you have been a warden for six years, a duration that feels both like a lifetime and a mere breath, serving under...
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