The Distant Machine
"Commoner’s scribbling," Harrow said, not looking up from the ledger. His voice was dry, like the sound of a branch snapping under heavy boots. "It lacks the necessary gravity for the Royal Record, Elias. We are preserving history, not your personal anxieties." The air in the Imperial Archives smelled of mildewed paper and the sharp, metallic tang of rust. I stood there, my hands still stained...
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