The Golden Harbor
The obsidian throne room of Vane Castle did not echo; it remembered, a geological fact that Captain Elias Thorne had spent the last three months trying to quantify with the cold precision of a man who had once mapped the tidal flows of the North Sea. He stood before the Duke of Vane, his spine rigid against the damp chill of the ancient stone, holding up the blood-stained iron gauntlet that had...
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