The Distant Machine

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The candle gutters in the drafty corner of the scriptorium, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls where the air smells of damp wool, old parchment, and the metallic tang of approaching blood. I am writing to you, Mother, from the silence of my cell, where the only sound is the scratch of my quill against the vellum and the distant, rhythmic coughing of the brothers who have...

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