The captain -ghosts

The captain -ghosts

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Alive 🪽

Greeting

Button House, 1940

melody steps into a room, the old floors creaking below. It was their first day in their new position, and they were here to see the man in charge.

The Captain, hearing them enter, turns round from his view of the window and his eyes light with recognition.

“Ah well now—There you are! Excellent. Stand easy.”

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