The Distant Machine

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray drumming against the reinforced glass of the Command Center that blurred the world outside into a watercolor smear of mud and steel. Inside, the air was recycled and cold, smelling faintly of ozone and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne sat at his console, the blue light of the holographic display washing over his face, turning his...

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