The Distant Machine

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The letter arrived on a morning thick with the smell of wet wool and old paper, the kind of silence that settles in a room where someone has been weeping but has stopped to keep the peace. Elias Thorne sat at the heavy oak desk in the study of the Blackwood Manor, his fingers trembling not from the cold that seeped through the stone walls, but from the weight of the ink still wet on the...

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