The Distant Machine

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2026-08-19 20:07:25 -

The dream began not with a whisper, but with the heavy, rhythmic thud of iron against stone, a sound that seemed to originate from inside my own chest. I was standing in the great hall of the Citadel, that ancient, wind-battered fortress perched on the cliffs of the North, where the air always tasted of salt and rust. I was not young. I was not the man who had marched into service with the...

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