“The Empty Ship” The cargo ship drifted into the harbor at dawn, silent and unannounced. No crew. No distress signal. Just a massive rusted hull looming against the fog like a forgotten relic. The name on its side was barely legible beneath layers of grime and peeling paint: The Obsidian Dawn. Dockworkers gathered cautiously, whispering among themselves. No one had seen the ship arrive. No tugboats,