The Distant Machine

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October 14, 1892 The chandeliers at Blackwood Hall are not merely lights; they are cages of crystal that trap the gaslight and scatter it into a thousand jagged, blinding shards across the mahogany table. I am standing in the shadows, a ghost in a livery coat that costs more than my annual salary, watching Lady Blackwood preside over the feast. She is a woman carved from ice and old money, her...

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