The Distant Machine

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The letter lay upon the rough-hewn oak table, the ink still wet and glistening like a bruise under the pale moonlight that streamed through the high, arched window of the cottage. It was a single sheet of parchment, heavy and cream-colored, bearing the seal of the Guild of Clockmakers, a brass gear interlocked with a serpent, pressed deep into the red wax. Elias Thorne, a boy of twelve winters...

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