The Wistful Dinner

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The fog did not roll in; it descended, a heavy, grey shroud that erased the horizon and turned the iron bridges of the harbor into skeletal fingers grasping at a void that had no bottom. I stood at the prow of the *HMS Sovereign*, my hands white-knuckled on the cold railing, feeling the ship’s groan not as a mechanical sound but as a low, mournful whimper, a living thing in pain. It was 1888,...

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