The Golden Harbor
The brass railing of the HMS Aethelgard was slick with condensation and the salt of a storm that had no wind, a physical manifestation of the pressure that had been building in the hull for three days, a pressure that the ship’s engineers could measure on their instruments but could not explain, a force that felt less like water and more like the weight of a forgotten debt. Captain Elias...
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