The Distant Machine

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of the Court into slick, black mirrors. I sat in my cramped quarters above the apothecary, the air thick with the scent of boiled sage and the metallic tang of the Aetheric Tonic, a substance that hummed with a low, sickly vibration against the glass of its vessel. My hands, steady for forty years...

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