The Wistful Silence

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The brass gauge needle trembled against the red line, a thin red hair of warning that Arthur Penhaligon ignored with the same stubbornness he had used to ignore the cough that had finally killed his father three winters ago. In the cramped, steam-filled belly of the HMS *Vanguard*, the air was thick enough to chew, a wet, metallic heat that clung to the skin and soaked through the wool of his...

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