The Distant Machine

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The hall was a cavern of gold and silence, lit by ten thousand bees trapped in glass. You stood at the edge of the tapestry, your fingers brushing the silk, feeling the weave of the court’s lie beneath your touch. The Feast of the Eternal Oak had begun, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted boar and the metallic tang of old blood. You were the Scholar of the Grove, the Keeper of the...

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