The Wistful Voyage
The ship did not sink so much as it dissolved, a great iron beast of the North Sea unraveling into mist and memory before Captain Elias Thorne could fully comprehend the shift in the air. One moment, the deck was heaving under the weight of the storm, the smell of wet wool and impending death thick in his throat; the next, the chaos had ceased, replaced by a silence so profound it felt like a...
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