The Distant Promise
The fog did not merely obscure the harbor of Blackwood; it swallowed it, a dense, grey wool drawn tight over the mouth of the world, erasing the horizon until the sea and the sky became a single, indistinguishable expanse of wet, breathing nothingness. Colonel Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the pier, his boots sinking slightly into the slick, barnacled wood, and watched the ironclad warship...
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