The Wistful Dinner

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2026-08-18 08:21:10 -

The fog rolled off the estuary in thick, grey ribbons. It tasted of salt and old iron. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the deck of the HMS *Aethelgard*, his hands resting on the cold brass railing. He did not look at the sea. He looked at the ship. The *Aethelgard* was not a ship of the line. It was a vessel of bone and black timber, built for a war that had ended three centuries ago. The sails...

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