The Distant Machine
The machine hummed in the dark, a low and vibrating thrum that seemed to rise not from the object itself but from the marrow of the stone floor, from the deep, slumbering roots of the palace where the air was thick with the scent of damp velvet and ancient dust. Thomas lay on his back, his eyes wide and unblinking, staring up at the coffered ceiling where shadows pooled like ink in water, and...
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