The Distant Machine

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The chisel bit into the alabaster with a sound like a dry leaf snapping, and Elias Thorne watched the dust rise in the slanting autumn light of his workshop, settling on the leather of his apron in a fine, grey powder. He was forty years old, and his hands, once steady enough to carve the finest hairline on a mourning ring, now trembled with a vibration that seemed to originate in the stone...

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