The Distant Machine

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The letter was written in ink that had begun to fade, the letters softening into the parchment like bruises fading from skin, yet the urgency of the hand remained palpable, vibrating beneath the surface of the page. I am writing this from the high tower of the Citadel of Aethelgard, where the air is thin and tastes of iron and old snow, and my hands, though they tremble, remain steady enough to...

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