The Distant Machine

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The hall was full. Too full. The air smelled of roasting goose and wet wool. Candles flickered. Shadows danced on the stone walls. Marek stood by the hearth. He held a cup of wine. His hand did not shake. He watched the crowd. He was a seeker. A finder of truth. He wore a coat of grey wool. It was old. It fit well. He looked for a face. A specific face. He had seen it before. In a dream. In a...

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