The Distant Machine

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October 1421. The mud outside the fortress walls has turned to a thick, sucking paste that clings to the soles of my boots, a persistent, cloying weight that mirrors the heaviness of the iron band on my left hand. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, a squire in the Duke’s guard, and I am writing this by the guttering light of a tallow candle in the damp corner of my tent, my fingers numb from the...

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