The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ice came in at dawn. It did not creep. It broke. I stood on the deck of the *HMS Sovereign*. The sea was not water. It was a living thing. A white, heaving beast. I held the railing. The metal was cold. It bit my hands. I did not let go. My name is Arthur. I am a Lieutenant. I have served for twenty years. I know the rules. I know the law. The law is clear. The law is clean. But the ice is...

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