The Leviathan's Ticket
## Act I The fog came in off the North Sea like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of salt and decay. Eleanor Blackwood pulled her shawl tighter against her collarbone and stared at the black water churning against the Yorkshire cliffs. Three days. Three days since the merchant vessel she had been traveling on struck something unseen beneath the waves and vanished beneath the...
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