The Distant Machine

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October 12, 1893 The dream again. A machine of iron and glass, vast and indifferent, chewing the hours into dust. It does not tick; it devours. I woke with the taste of metal in my mouth, the sound of grinding gears echoing in my skull. I am forty-two years old, a master clockmaker in Leeds, and my hands are still trembling from the vision. The Grand Meridian Clock sits on the bench, its heart...

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