The Distant Machine

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The hammer rang against the anvil. It was a sharp, violent sound. It cut the air of the workshop. The air was thick with coal smoke. It stung the eyes. It coated the tongue. Silas Vance wiped his brow. His hand left a streak of black grime. He looked at the metal. It glowed orange. It was a small thing. A hinge. A simple hinge for a church door. But it was not simple. It was a test. It was a...

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