The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet iron and old pennies. I stood in the courtyard of the Palazzo Morosini, the vial of golden amber clutched in a hand that would not stop shaking. The year was 1347, though it felt like the world had already ended twice over. Lord Morosini stood on the balcony above, his face a mask of stone, watching me. I was...

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