The Distant Machine
The letter lay on the cold stone table. It was written in ink that had dried to the color of dried blood. The seal was broken. The paper was thin. It smelled of dust and old iron. Elias read it once. He did not read it again. He folded it into a square. He put it in his tunic pocket. He looked out the window. Rain fell on the courtyard. The gray sky pressed down on the roof. He was a knight. He...
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