The Golden Harbor
Chapter One Xiu Liu remembered the smell of the damp earth before he remembered the sound of the wind in the wires, a memory that would later prove to be a lie. He stood in the cellar of the ancestral estate, the air heavy with rotting mulberry leaves and old stone, his hand trembling as he held the vial of golden harbor water. The liquid inside glowed with a faint, sickly luminescence, pulsing...
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