The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-20 08:00:28 -

The rain fell upon the ironclad hull of the *Aethelgard* with the rhythmic, indifferent persistence of a clock counting down to a moment that no one in the crew wished to arrive, a steady drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s bones, a physical weight that pressed against his temples and blurred the line between the grey, churning sea and the grey,...

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