The Distant Machine

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The ink was still wet on the parchment when the bell tolled, a low, resonant thrum that vibrated in the marrow of Julian’s bones, a sound that seemed to rise not from the distant spire of the cathedral but from the very earth beneath his feet, shaking the dust from the rafters and settling into the hollows of his chest like a heavy, wet stone. He did not look up from his work, his quill moving...

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