The Distant Machine

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The candlelight in the great hall of the manor house did not so much illuminate the room as it suspended us in a golden, trembling haze, a thick, honeyed air that smelled of beeswax and the heavy, cloying scent of lilies that lined the long table where we sat, the elders and the young, the wise and the foolish, all bound together by the thread of a shared hunger that could not be satisfied by...

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