The Starlight Current
The first time I saw Leviathan, it was dying. I remember the day with a clarity that surprises me, even now, at sixty-seven. It was October 1924, and the Atlantic was the colour of hammered lead. Our research vessel, the Meridian, had been tracking a unusual thermal current off the coast of Maine when the nets came up tangled with something that was not fish. Dr. Whitfield was already on the...
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