The Distant Machine

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The sword broke against the cobblestones with a sound like a snapping twig, a small, pathetic noise in the vast, echoing silence of the cathedral square. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the debris, his chest heaving, the morning mist clinging to his tunic like a shroud. He looked up at the great stone facade of St. Jude’s, that looming, gray monolith that had watched over the city for...

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