The Distant Machine

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The coat had been blue once, a shade the village called "storm," but now it was the color of dried mud, stiff with the salt of the harbor and the sweat of a boy who had not stopped moving in three days. Elias stood at the iron gate of the Palace of Whispers, his hands trembling not from the cold, for the air was thick and warm as breath inside a bell jar, but from the sheer, crushing weight of...

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