The Wistful Dinner

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The steam from the boiler room curled up through the ventilation grates, a cold, metallic scent that clung to the wool of your coat. You stood in the corridor outside the Great Hall, your hand resting on the brass rail, feeling the vibration of the engines beneath the floorboards. The ship was a machine of iron and ambition, a floating court where the hierarchy of the old world had been...

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