The Distant Machine
The letters arrived on a Tuesday, bound in wax the color of dried blood, smelling faintly of sulfur and wet stone. They were written by Aldous Vane, the Captain of the Night Watch, to his lieutenant, Silas Thorne. The handwriting was cramped, the ink bleeding into the parchment as if the paper itself was sweating. In the village of Oakhaven, which sat at the edge of the Whispering Woods, the...
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