The Distant Machine

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2026-08-17 12:02:45 -

The oak tree stood at the center of the square. It did not grow. It did not shed its leaves in the autumn, nor did it bud in the spring. It remained a fixed, dark anchor in the pale, shifting mist that perpetually hugged the village of Oakhaven. The townsfolk walked around it. They did not touch it. They spoke of it in low tones, as one speaks of a dead relative or a heavy debt. I am not a man....

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