The Distant Machine

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray curtain that turned the windows of Lord Vane’s office into mirrors of your own hollow face. You sat across from him, the debtor’s chair, while he polished a silver pocket watch with a velvet cloth, his movements slow and deliberate, a man who owned time itself. The deed to Blackwood Hall lay on the mahogany table between you, a scrap of parchment...

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