The Golden Harbor
Chapter One The light in the boiler room did not shine so much as it pooled, a heavy, amber sludge that settled into the cracks of the brickwork and refused to lift. Dalia Rahal stood in the center of that dimness, the rusted brass key trembling in her fist, its cold weight a physical anchor against the heat that rose from the floor like the breath of a dying beast. She was thirty-two years...
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