The Distant Machine

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the leaded glass of my study, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matched the quickening of my own pulse. I sat before the great oak desk, the surface scarred by decades of ink and iron, and held the object in my hands. It was a small, brass mechanism, no larger than a plum, intricate and cold. My fingers, stiff with the early chill...

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