The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal unbroken, a crimson drop of wax that had cooled into a hard, silent judgment. Thomas Bradshaw stared at it, the parchment trembling slightly in his hands, though the room around him was still as held breath. He was the Inquisitor of the Lower Valleys, a title that had once felt like a crown of iron and now felt only like a chain. For three days, he had...

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