The Distant Machine
The stone tower stood at the edge of the precipice, a monolith of grey granite that seemed less a construction of human hands and more a natural outcropping of the earth’s own jagged will, rising into the low, bruised sky with a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against the eardrums, and I stood before it now, in the final hour before the dawn, with the cold seeping...
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