The Distant Machine

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The count is three hundred and twelve hours since the last rain, and the dust in the garrison yard has settled into a grey crust that cracks under the hooves of the tethered horses. You have weighed the rations twice today, the grain sacks light as chaff, and the silence of the empty bellows in the forge is louder than the drums on the ridge. It is the autumn of 1342, and the light comes in...

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