The Faded Portrait
The iron fog of the North Sea did not merely obscure the horizon but seemed to press against the very glass of the Observation Deck, a cold, wet weight that settled into the bones of Captain Elias Thorne as he stood alone in the dim, amber light of the command tower. It was a night of such profound stillness that the rhythmic, thrumming heartbeat of the steam engines below felt less like...
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