The Distant Machine
The letter arrived on a morning when the fog lay so thick against the windowpanes of the old manor that the world outside seemed to have been erased by a giant, soft eraser. Commander Elias Thorne sat in his study, a room that smelled of dried lavender and old paper, and broke the wax seal with a knife that had belonged to his father. The parchment was heavy, cream-colored, and bore the sigil...
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