The Distant Machine

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The candle flame in the scriptorium flickered with a sullen, oily persistence, casting long, dancing shadows against the stone walls where the *Codex Aeternum* lay open on the oak table. Thomas Bradshaw, a scribe of thirty years whose hands had long since lost their youthful steadiness, dipped his quill into the inkwell, watching the black liquid rise, thick and viscous, before he brought it to...

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