The Distant Machine

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with black wax that smelled faintly of sulfur and old blood. "Your Highness," the scribe had written, his hand trembling slightly as the ink bled into the parchment. "The Council has reached its verdict. You are to be stripped of your rank. You are to wear the Grey. You are to stand in the Hall of Mirrors for seven days. Do not weep. Do not speak. Just...

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