The Distant Machine

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The morning of the Great Assembly was not marked by the chime of bells, which had long since lost their voice to the damp rot of the cellar, but by the rhythmic, wet percussion of three hundred pairs of shoes striking the polished oak floor of the Grand Hall. It was a sound like rain on a tin roof, or perhaps the beating of a thousand small hearts, a collective pulse that throbbed against the...

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