The Distant Machine
The ink is wet, the candle low, and the silence in this room is heavy as wet wool. I write these words not as a confession to the courts of men, but as a testament to the truth that has been buried beneath the rubble of my honor. My name is Silas Thorne, once a Captain of the Watch in the Freehold of Oakhaven, now a man unmade by the very thing he was sworn to protect. I write in the dead of...
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