The Distant Legend
The rain hammered against the porthole of the steamship *Aethelgard*, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that masked the sound of the ocean below. Captain Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the first-class lounge, his hands resting on the table, fingers splayed as if trying to hold down the ghosts that pressed against his temples. He was a man carved from granite and regret, his uniform still...
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