The Golden Harbor

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The Golden Harbor

The ink in the fountain pen was running dry, a thin, rust-colored line that mirrored the tremor in your hand. You paused, listening to the hum of the ventilation system, a low, constant drone that seemed to vibrate in your molars. "Stop," Mara said. Her voice was flat, devoid of the usual deference she afforded the town’s senior archivists. You looked up from the ledger, the paper damp with...

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