Three weeks after the triumphant launch of the *Aurelia*, a soft, tranquil July morning was breaking over the Yorkshire moors. Inside the grand Victorian conservatory of Greystone Abbey, the humid air was fragrant with the sweet scents of blooming white orchids, exotic Mediterranean citrus trees, and damp terracotta tiles. Sunlight streamed through the soaring glass dome, casting dancing prismatic reflections across the drafting tables and rolled blueprints. Aurelia sat in…
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