The Distant Machine

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The carpenter. The carpenter, I say. Can you hear me, Thorne? November 14, 1892. The wind has a voice again, a low, grinding moan that rattles the hull plating like a fist on a door. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that smells of rendered fat and old smoke, my hand cramped from the cold and the writing. The *Aethelgard* is holding fast in the harbor, but the winter is early...

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