The Distant Machine

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The carriage wheels churned through the mud of the London streets, a rhythmic, wet crunch that seemed to echo the grinding of something deep within the chest. Elias held the small velvet pouch against his ribs, feeling the cold weight of the glass bead inside, a tear in the fabric of the ordinary world. He was not a man of the city, nor had he ever been one of the quiet ones who moved through...

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