The Distant Machine
The rain hits the single pane of glass in your office window, a steady, gray drumbeat that fills the silence left by your brother’s departure. It is November, and the heating in the Meridian Institute is already failing, a symptom of the budget cuts Dr. Aris Thorne has been enforcing for the past fiscal year. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, the senior archivist, and you are sitting in the...
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