The Golden Harbor
The heat in the room was a physical weight, pressing against Elias’s chest as he held the vial. "Did you hear what he said?" his daughter, Elara, whispered from the corner. Her voice was thin, scraped raw by days of coughing. "About the gold. About what it costs." Elias did not look up. He was watching the liquid inside the glass pulse, a slow, rhythmic throb that matched the frantic beating of...
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