The Golden Harbor
The leather-bound ledger lies open on the cold stone table, its pages stiff with damp, the ink of the last entry still wet and black as a bruise. You run your thumb over the name *Thomas Vane*, the letters sharp against your skin, a small, sharp pain that mirrors the one blooming in your chest. You are Silas Vane, Warden of the Blackwater Keep, a man who has spent twenty years ensuring the...
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