The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The fog in Vael did not roll in; it seeped up from the black water, a cold, living thing that tasted of iron and old salt. Elara Ashworth stood at the edge of the pier, her cartographer’s satchel heavy against her hip, her fingers white-knuckled around the brass compass that had belonged to her father. She was thirty years old, and for the last three years, she had not slept more than four...

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