The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog did not roll in so much as it erupted, a thick, sulfurous curtain that swallowed the cobblestones of the old dockyards and the rusted skeletons of the dry ships. Elias Thorne stood at the prow of the *Aethelgard*, his knuckles white as bone against the wheel, feeling the vibration of the engine shudder through the deck planks and into the marrow of his legs. He was a scholar of the...

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