The Distant Machine
"Did you hear that?" Aris asked, his voice low, a tight wire pulled taut in the fluorescent hum of the archive room. I shook my head, though the shaking of my own skull was a different matter, a tremor that had nothing to do with the brass instrument in the corner and everything to do with the cold that seemed to have moved into my marrow since the first frost. I looked at the Distant Machine,...
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