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Blood on the Shoals : 3 : False Witness The captain’s quarters of HMS Cornwallis were as far from the Golden Herring as Grisslehamn could offer without leaving the harbour entirely. Outside, the village was rain, shouting, fish stink, and fear. Inside, beneath the poop deck, the British Empire had…

deathtaxesdragons.phyonix.designBlood on the Shoals : 3 : False WitnessThe captain’s quarters of HMS Cornwallis were as far from the Golden Herring as Grisslehamn could offer without leaving the harbour entirely. Outside, the village was rain, shouting, fish stink, and fear. Inside, beneath the poop deck, the British Empire had arranged itself in mahogany, brass, maps, and wine. The room was larger than any space aboard a warship had a right to be, though Sebastian knew well enough that comfort and rank often travelled in the same carriage.

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