The Distant Clue
The banquet hall of the ironclad *HMS Sovereign* smelled of boiled mutton, stale tobacco, and the coppery tang of fear, a scent that had permeated the wool uniforms and the very wood of the deck until it became indistinguishable from the air itself. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long table, his posture rigid as a mast, while the officers below him ate with the mechanical precision...
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