The Distant Machine

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2026-08-20 15:58:47 -

The letter began with a scrawl. Meredith’s hand shook. The ink bled into the parchment like a bruise. She had not written in years. The silence of the tower was heavy. It pressed against her ears. The wind howled outside. It sounded like a dying beast. I, Meredith Ashworth, confess. I am the keeper. I am the jailer. I am the fool. The village below sleeps. They think the fog is natural. They...

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