The Distant Machine

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The letters were written on paper that smelled of damp earth and crushed lavender, a scent that clung to Thomas’s fingers long after he had finished reading, a physical residue of a grief he could not yet name. He sat in the small, windowless office of the St. Jude’s Orphanage, a room that felt less like a workspace and more like a tomb for secrets, the air thick with the dust of centuries and...

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