The Distant Ghost
Chapter One Was it the cold that kept the truth from rotting? Carl Vance stood in the archive of the Ironclad, the air heavy with wet wool and old paper. He was a former soldier, now an archivist, and in three days the court-martial would decide if his name was worth saving. The furnace had failed, and the temperature was dropping fast. On the desk lay the final log of the Aethelgard, the ship...
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