The Distant Machine

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The iron mask had already begun to rust against the wet stone of the trench, a slow oxidation that mirrored the decay of the man who wore it, though he did not know it yet. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the knee-deep mud of the Somme, the rain falling in sheets so heavy they turned the air into a grey, suspended fog, and he felt the weight of the device in his chest, a cold, geometric pressure...

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