The Pale Tower
"The seal is wrong." Captain Halloway did not look up from the ledger on the deck, his finger tracing the line of ink with a steady, bureaucratic precision that belied the storm brewing on the horizon. You stood on the gangplank, the salt spray drying stiff on your coat, holding the resignation packet in a hand that had spent forty-two years calibrating stress loads and torque ratings, now...
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