The Distant Machine
The dream began not with sound, but with the absolute, suffocating silence of a frozen lake, a vast sheet of black glass stretching out into a horizon that did not exist. In the center of this mirror stood a machine, a towering construct of iron and bone, its gears turning with a slow, rhythmic grind that felt less like machinery and more like the grinding of tectonic plates beneath the earth....
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