The Distant Machine
The letter was dated the 14th of October, three years prior to the current reign, and it smelled faintly of damp wool and iron. It was found tucked into the lining of a coat that no longer fit. The coat belonged to Elias Thorne, a man who had been dead for two years, his body cold in the ground beneath the chapel yard where the moss grew thick and soft. Elias had been a scribe in the House of...
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