The Pale Bridge
The storm did not break against the coast so much as it dissolved into it, a gray and howling curtain that erased the distinction between the sea and the sky. You were standing on the deck of the *HMS Perseverance*, your boots slick with salt and blood, watching the fog swallow the horizon. You had always believed that order was a physical thing, a structure that could be built from iron and...
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