The Fool's Cargo
The fog in the harbor was thick enough to chew. I'm Leo, and I'm the kind of man who thinks he's the smartest person in the room, even when the room is empty. I had a plan. A beautiful, foolproof plan. I'd use a "guided" whale to move a shipment of pre-war luxury perfumes—scents that had been banned for decades, worth a fortune to the right collectors in the city. The whale was a grumpy old...
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