The Distant Whispers

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2026-08-22 11:42:05 -

The smoke from the *Ironclad’s* engine room tasted of sulfur and old iron, a taste that coated Arthur Vane’s tongue and settled deep in his chest. He sat in the corner of the dining hall, the only place where the chandelier light did not blind him, and watched the other passengers laugh over their roast beef. He was thirty years old, a linguist with a tenure track that had crumbled into dust,...

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