The Distant Machine

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October 14, 1347 Elara, I write this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters and dies with the draft coming through the stone cracks, but my hand is steady enough to tell you that I am still alive, though I am no longer the man who left for the border three months ago. The walls of Oakhaven are not merely stone; they are a membrane that breathes. When the moon is full, as it is tonight,...

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