The Distant Machine

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The dream came first. It was always the same. A field of iron stalks, tall and brittle, swaying in a wind that had no sound. In the center stood the Machine. It was not a machine at all, but a mouth. A vast, metallic aperture, teeth grinding against the silence, devouring the light. Marcus lay in the dark of his cell, the stone pressing against his back like a cold hand. He was a man who...

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