The Distant Machine

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The ink on the parchment was still wet. It glistened under the torchlight like a fresh wound. Sir Julian stood in the center of the hall, his armor humming with a low, resonant hum. The sound was not from the metal. It was from the air. It was from the silence between the words he had just spoken. I am writing this to you, my brother, from the edge of the world. The letter sat on the table...

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