The Distant Machine

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a thick, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a smear of mud and memory. Sergeant Elias Thorne pressed his back against the wet stone of the chapel wall, his breath coming in short, jagged bursts that misted in the cold air. In his hand, he gripped the iron lantern, its glass shielded by a layer of grime and old blood. The...

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