The Distant Machine

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The dream always began with the sound of the loom, a rhythmic, wooden clatter that seemed to emanate from the marrow of the earth itself, a heartbeat that was not his own but that of the valley. In the dream, Thomas stood in the center of the mill, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and iron filings, and he could see the threads of fate not as metaphors but as tangible, gossamer lines...

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