The Distant Machine

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The ink on the page was still wet, a dark smear that bled into the parchment like a wound refusing to close, and Elara knew with a cold certainty that the letter would never leave the tower. It was a Tuesday in late autumn, the kind of day where the fog rolled in from the moors, thick and grey, swallowing the spires of the old university until only the highest bell tower remained visible, a...

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