The ones who wait
Saltgate is a dock-town at the mouth of a gray bay, in a world where steam won — brass ironclads in the harbor, airships above the fog, and lately, out past the shipping lanes, something else: black-iron leviathans the size of cathedrals, burning red in the murk. The Ironwake is coming.
Captain Aldous Hale came up from the boiler rooms — a stoker who learned to read a ship's heart before he ever commanded one. When the fleet sails to meet what cannot be beaten, he goes with it, because the harbor is behind him and the only way to keep the fog from his door is to meet it at sea.
On the dock, his wife Maren lights the lamp she has lit every night since the lamplighter quit. Beside her stands their son Toby, a brass spyglass in his coat pocket, watching the horizon the way his father taught him — reading the smoke. White is steam. Black is coal.
Red-black is a ship burning.

