The Pale Banner
The fog rolled in from the sea. It tasted of salt and iron. Captain Elias Thorne stood alone on the deck of the HMS *Perseverance*. The wood was wet. His hands were cold. He wore his uniform. The buttons were brass. They reflected the grey light. He was the senior officer. He had served for twenty years. He knew the ship. He knew the wind. He knew the limits of the hull. The *Perseverance* was...
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