The Distant Machine

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The rain fell like a curtain of grey beads against the stone. It was cold. Colder than I remembered. I held the compass. Its face was cracked. A spiderweb of fractures spread from the north point. I had held it for forty years. My hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. Lord Ashworth stood by the window. He did not look at me. He looked at the dark water beyond the glass. The castle was a beast....

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