The Distant Machine

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Reyna Urrutia’s hands were still stiff from the cold when she began to write, the ink freezing on the nib before it could dry, a dark smear that looked like a bruise on the parchment. She had spent the morning in the archives, the air thick with the dust of dead emperors and the smell of wet wool, listening to the offloading of the season’s coal in the distance, a rhythmic thud that seemed to...

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