The Distant Machine

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The train cut through the mist like a blade through silk, a metallic shriek that seemed to peel back the layers of the morning air. Elias Vance sat in the corner of the second-class car, his fingers tracing the grain of the oak seat until the wood felt worn and smooth as skin. He was a man of few words, his silence a heavy coat he wore against the chill of exile. Beside him, in a chair slightly...

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