The Distant Machine

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The dream had the texture of wet slate, cold and unyielding beneath Elias Thorne’s fingers. In the vision, he stood in the center of the Great Hall of his ancestral estate, a place that had been reduced to rubble before he was born, yet here it stood in pristine, impossible wholeness. The vaulted ceiling was intact, the painted beams crisp and vibrant, holding up a sky that did not exist. But...

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