The Distant Machine
Blount, C. — 14th of March. The ledger page was torn out. The ink was still wet. Chapter One The feast had ended in silence, a heavy, suffocating quiet that pressed against the walls of the mill house. Clifford Blount stood by the hearth, his hands trembling not from the cold, but from the weight of the accusation hanging in the air. His father, Master Blount, sat rigid in his chair, his face a...
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