The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The fog is moving west again, Elias said, his voice flat against the wind that tore at the fraying edges of his wool coat. It’s not just mist, Captain. It has weight. It has teeth. Captain Harrow, a man whose uniform was pressed with a rigidity that seemed to repel the damp, did not look up from his ledger. He was calculating the cost of new rope, the price of lantern oil, and the rationing of...

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