The Distant Machine

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The rain tapped against the glass. It was a steady, gray drumming. Elias sat by the window. He held the iron bar. It was cold. It was smooth. It weighed nothing. It weighed everything. Elias was a man of few words. His hands were large. They were scarred. They had held a sword for ten years. Now they held a piece of scrap. He looked at the bar. He did not blink. The house was quiet. It was a...

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