The Distant Affair
The iron bells of the Citadel did not ring to mark the hour, but rather to mark the breath of the machine, a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated in the marrow of every bone within its walls, a constant, low-frequency reminder that the architecture of power was not built of stone and mortar, but of a living, breathing hunger that consumed the air and the silence alike. Thomas Bradshaw stood...
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