The Golden Harbor
The dream always ends with the cold. It is a specific, biting chill that settles into the marrow of my bones, a sensation so distinct that I wake gasping, my skin prickling with the memory of a touch that has no source. I am Elias Thorne, a clerk of thirty years, serving the Harbor Guild in the grey, salt-worn town of Alderwick. My life is a ledger of debts and duties, bound by the ink of...
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