The Distant Machine

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The ink is dry. The parchment smells of oak smoke and old fear. You sit at the desk in the hall of the High Keep, the stone floor cold through the soles of your boots. Outside, the wind howls against the battlements, a low, mournful sound that vibrates in your teeth. You are the Warden of the Outer Gate. Your duty is simple. Your burden is heavy. You look at the machine. It sits in the center...

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