The Distant Machine

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The iron bar is in your hand. It is cold. It is wet. You are screaming. The dust of the foundry hangs in the air, a thick grey veil that tastes of rust and old smoke. You swing. The spark flies. It dies on the floor. "Stop," says Master Aldous. His voice is soft. It cuts through the noise of the forge. "Put it down, Thomas. You will break your arm." You do not listen. You swing again. The metal...

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