The Distant Machine

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the highland mud into a slurry thick enough to hold the shape of a boot for hours. Elias Thorne sat in the cramped, windowless watchtower of the King’s garrison, counting the hours until his next patrol by the drip of water from the eaves, each drop a heavy, metallic thud against the stone floor. He was thirty-two years...

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