The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-18 17:25:16 -

The fog did not roll in so much as it materialized, a thick, grey wool that swallowed the coast of Maine whole. I stood on the deck of the *Aethelgard*, a vessel that belonged to no port I had ever mapped, its timbers dark with age and salt. I was a Captain, or at least, I held the title, though the uniform I wore was a patchwork of eras, the wool rough against my skin, the brass buttons...

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