The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the desk. It smelled of ash. The fire had eaten the roof. It ate the beams. It ate the memory. Silas stood in the rain. The water ran cold. It ran down his face. It ran into his eyes. He did not blink. The Mill burned. The great wooden heart of the valley stopped beating. Smoke rose like a black finger. It pointed at the sky. It accused the sky. Silas was the keeper. He was...

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