The Ballad of Lady Margaret's Skyship
The lock was iron and official, stamped with the crest of Ishatoko & Sons, and it held the mooring mast of the Silver Iris fast as a grave. Lady Margaret Windsor stood on the wet cobblestones of Mayfair and watched the men in dark coats walk away, their boots echoing like a funeral march. She was twenty-eight years old, a widow of six months, and she owned nothing but a crumbling estate in...
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