The Distant Machine

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The ink is still wet on the parchment when you feel the first tremor run through the stone floor of the keep, a low, grinding shudder that tastes of iron and old blood in the back of your throat. You look up from the letter you are writing to him, the words blurring as the candle flame bends violently to the left, then to the right, before it gutters out, leaving you in the suffocating dark of...

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