The Distant Clue
The fog in the port of Bristol did not so much obscure the world as it seemed to digest it, turning the sharp iron teeth of the Royal Navy into soft, indistinct smudges of gray and rust. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the prow of the HMS Sovereign, his hands gripping the cold railing with a force that turned his knuckles to the color of old bone, watching the harbor lights bleed into the murk...
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