The Distant Crown
The hiss of the steam was not a sound but a pressure, a physical weight that pressed against my eardrums and settled deep in the marrow of my bones, a constant, vibrating hum that seemed to originate from the very core of the earth and radiate outward through the iron plates of the hull. We were three days out from the coast, the Atlantic a churning expanse of slate-gray water that offered no...
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