The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dampness in the barracks of HMS *Ironclad* did not smell of the sea, but of coal smoke and wet wool, a scent that had seeped into the pores of Elias Thorne’s skin over twelve years of rigid, unyielding service. He sat on the edge of his narrow cot, staring down at his hands, which lay open on his knees like discarded tools, and watched the fingers tremble with a violence that felt less like...

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