The Distant Machine

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The ink is still wet on the final line of your dispatch, the black fluid pooling in the hollows of the parchment like a dark, silent tide, and you are standing in the center of the great hall of Ashworth Manor, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and the lingering, cloying sweetness of burnt tallow, while outside the rain hammers against the leaded glass with a fury that seems to demand...

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