The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The gold was cold. It bit into Elara’s palm, a sharp, metallic chill that traveled up her wrist and settled in her marrow. She stood at the head of the long oak table, the centerpiece of the Duke’s feast, her knuckles white as she gripped the chalice. The hall was thick with the smell of roasted boar and stale wine, the air heavy with the breath of thirty nobles who watched her with eyes like...

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