The Distant Machine
The chandeliers in the ballroom of Ashworth Hall were heavy with crystals that caught the gaslight and fractured it into a thousand cold, sharp splinters, illuminating the faces of the men who owned the valley and the women who had been polished to reflect their approval. You stood beside Julian, your husband, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back, his fingers digging in just...
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