From Issue 10: 1915

1915 Sean Sam The searchlight scans along the wakes and the water. The enemy and the sea both wait and welter in the dark. Along the waves, it drops and dips in the spray, it sways —something writhes with a splash. Awake and in time with ideas of death sliding underneath and inside, the gunners…

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