The Distant Machine

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The ink bled into the paper, a dark, wet smear that looked less like a letter and more like a bruise forming under the skin of the page. Elias Thorne sat in the high-backed chair, his hands trembling so violently that he could not hold the quill steady, the tip scratching against the fibers with a sound like a mouse gnawing on wood. Outside, the wind was picking up, rattling the loose pane in...

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