The Wistful Dinner

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The steam rising from the copper pots in the galley of the HMS *Aethelgard* smelled of boiled wool and old iron, a scent that had seeped into the very fibers of Captain Elias Thorne’s uniform until it was indistinguishable from his own sweat, which had long since dried into stiff, salt-caked ridges along his collar and the back of his neck, making it difficult to turn his head without the sound...

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