The Distant Machine

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2026-08-21 19:15:29 -

The rain fell in sheets of grey, washing the cobblestones of the old square until they gleamed like polished obsidian, and I stood there with the heavy, iron-bound book clutched to my chest, feeling the cold seep through my wool coat and into the marrow of my bones, while the crowd swayed around me in a silent, hypnotic rhythm that seemed to pull the breath from my lungs. It had been three days...

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