The Distant Machine
The letters from Elara Vance arrived at the town post office in Harrowgate on a Tuesday, smelling faintly of damp wool and iron filings. They were always the same color, a dull, bruised gray, and they always bore the same return address: The Foundry, Sector 4. For three years, Elara had written to her sister, Margaret, describing the construction of the Great Engine, a machine of such vast and...
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