The Distant Machine
Aethelgard hummed before it spoke. The sound began in the foundation stones, a low, grinding vibration that traveled up through the wet earth and into the soles of the boots worn by the men who guarded the north wall. Frank Roudebush felt it in his teeth, a dull ache that had persisted since the first of the month, a physical fact that the command staff dismissed as the settling of ancient...
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