The Distant Machine
The ink moved. That was the first thing I noticed, or perhaps it was the second, after the silence. It shifted in the gutter of the page, a slow, viscous creep that defied the stillness of the archive room. I am Elias Thorne, Senior Archivist, and I have served the Ministry of Records for nineteen years. My duty is order. My life is order. Today, I wrote in my personal log, dated the fourteenth...
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