The Distant Machine

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A man’s worth is measured by the weight of his silence. I have served the City Watch for three years, standing in the market district where the air tastes of wet wool and stale blood. The noise is a physical thing, a hammer against the temples, and I find myself wanting the quiet of the western gate, where the salt marsh lies silver and still at dusk. I am writing to you, Lord Kavanagh, to...

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