The Distant Garden

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The gaslight in the Baron’s court hissed, a thin, mechanical wheeze that seemed to vibrate against the back of my teeth as I reached for the pedestal. I was thirty years old, a man of iron and regulation, sent by the Ministry of Industrial Standards to seize the Heart of the Machine, a crystalline artifact that hummed with a low, vibrating frequency capable of shattering glass and bone alike....

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