The Distant Whispers

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The rain hit the glass of the observation deck with a rhythmic, mechanical persistence. It was a cold, industrial drumming. Captain Elias Thorne stood by the porthole. His reflection was pale. A ghost in the steel. The ship was the *Aethelgard*. A heavy freighter. Built for the war. Built to carry men. And now, it carried only silence and the hum of the diesel engines. The engine room was...

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