The Distant Machine

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Thomas. The word hung in the air of the watchtower, heavy and wet. I did not look up from the ledger. The ink was thick, black as the tar we used to seal the roof, and it stained my thumb a bruised purple. "Thomas," the voice said again, closer this time. I looked up. It was not a man. It was a gap in the fog, a place where the air was suddenly cold enough to bite. It stood where the...

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