The Pale Verdict
The machine screamed. It was a high, thin sound, like a bird caught in a wire. Then the floor shook. Not a rumble. A jolt. Glass shattered in the windows. Dust fell from the beams. Silas stood by the lathe. His hands were still on the wheel. He did not move. The metal chip flew. It hit his cheek. A thin line of red appeared. He touched it. He looked at his finger. He did not feel pain. He felt...
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