The Distant Machine

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The ink had not yet dried on the final line of the treatise, a dense thicket of Latin and Old English script that seemed to writhe on the parchment like living worms, when the first crack appeared in the ceiling of the scriptorium. It was not a sound of thunder, for the sky above the abbey was merely grey and damp, but a sound of tearing, a sickening, fibrous rip that echoed through the stone...

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