The Distant Machine

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The wind did not howl, as the poets of the capital claimed it did, but rather scraped, a dry and relentless sound like sandpaper drawn across the grain of old oak, echoing through the hollows of the ridge where the watchtower stood. Sir Alistair Vance, the Keeper of the Northern Gate, held the object in his left hand, his knuckles white and swollen from the cold, while his right hand rested on...

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