The Distant Joke
The ironclad HMS Perseverance groaned under the weight of the North Atlantic swell, a sound that Elias Thorne felt not in his ears but in the marrow of his nineteen-year-old bones, a vibration that resonated with the rigid, unyielding tension he had cultivated in his own muscles since boyhood. In the soot-choked belly of the engine room, where the air hung thick with the scent of burning coal...
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