The Distant Affair
The screwdriver bit into the brass casing of the automaton, and Elias Thorne felt the vibration travel up his wrist, into his elbow, and settle with a dull, rhythmic thud against his own pulse. It was a mechanical tick, precise and cold, but it was overlaid with something wetter, heavier, a biological weight that made the metal feel like living flesh. He pulled his hand back, the tool...
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