The Wistful Dinner

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The rain on the ironclad hull sounded like a million tiny fists pounding against the skin of the world, a relentless, industrial drumbeat that drove the fog thicker against the portholes of the bridge, and in that confined, salt-sweated space, Elias Thorne stood with his back to the wheel, his knuckles white around the hilt of a sword that had no business existing in the age of steam and coal,...

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