The Distant Machine

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The dream began with the sound of grinding stone, a low, tectonic moan that vibrated through the marrow of my bones, a sound so ancient it predated the language we now spoke to one another. I stood in the center of a vast, circular clearing, the grass beneath my feet not green but the pale, bleached white of bone, and around me, rising from the earth like the ribs of a leviathan, were the...

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