The Distant Machine

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The tin cup was cold in Thomas Vane’s hands, the metal biting into his palm with a chill that seemed to come from the air itself rather than the water inside. He sat at the edge of the cot in the outpost’s narrow office, the floorboards groaning under the weight of the silence, and stared at the date on the letter before him. October 14, 1912. The ink was still wet, dark and glossy against the...

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