The Distant Machine

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The petition lay on the oak desk, its edges worn soft from three years of handling, the parchment brittle as old skin. I had spent the better part of a decade in the King’s Chancery, my fingers stained with iron gall ink, my eyesight dimming in the candlelight, all for the sake of the Great Ledger. It was a massive, chained volume, the very spine of the realm, and I loved it with a devotion...

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