The Distant Machine

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The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening like the tears of a newborn star, and Elias Thorne held his quill with a hand that trembled not from cold, but from the sheer weight of the years that had accumulated in his bones. He sat alone in the Archive of Whispers, a vast, circular chamber buried deep beneath the limestone foundations of the City of Aethelgard, where the air was thick...

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