The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The fog did not lift. It thickened. Commander Elias Thorne stood alone on the deck of the ironclad *Aethelgard*. The ship groaned. The metal hull shuddered against the black water. He checked his watch. No hands. No face. Just a circle of glass. He waited. The engine room below screamed. A low, rhythmic thrum. The heart of the beast. Thorne placed a hand on the railing. The iron was cold. It...

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