The Distant Machine

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The ink had dried on the parchment long before the first snow of the season began to settle upon the high, windswept moors, yet the words remained suspended in the air, waiting for a reader who had not yet arrived. This was the nature of the old ways, a quiet persistence that mirrored the enduring stone of the village church spire, which stood alone against the vast, indifferent grey of the...

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