The Distant Machine

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The rain hit the slate. It drummed. It hissed. It soaked. Arthur Vane sat at his desk. The wood was wet. The ink was thin. He looked at the letter. It was from the Ministry. It was short. It was cold. *Your service is ended. Return your badge. Leave the city by nightfall. You are relieved of all duties. Do not speak of what you saw. Do not speak of the Machine.* Arthur signed it. He did not...

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