The Distant Machine

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The banquet hall smelled of wet wool and ozone. Mara stood at the edge of the tiered platform. She held the sash. It was blue. Silk. Heavy. It weighed nothing. It weighed everything. Below, the machines hummed. They were not simple gears. They were complex. Intricate. Pistons hissed. Steam curled from brass valves. The air was thick with the scent of oil and sweat. The factory floor was a sea...

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