The Distant Machine
The letter was found wedged into the mortar between two stones of the north wall, a strip of parchment so old it had turned the color of dried blood and crushed leaves, its edges brittle as the wing of a dead moth. It was written in a hand that had once been strong and sure but now trembled with a fatigue that seemed to seep through the ink itself, the letters sprawling and uneven as if the...
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