The Distant Machine

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The first entry in the ledger was written in a hand that trembled not with age, but with a rage so cold it had frozen the ink before it could dry. It was the autumn of my second year as the Constable of Oakhaven, a town that sat in the valley like a stone resting at the bottom of a deep, stagnant pond. We were a community of old houses and older secrets, where the fog rolled in from the river...

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