The Distant Machine

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The stone sat in Elias Thorne’s palm, cold and rough as a river pebble, though he had held it for three days without feeling the chill of the cellar air. It was a jagged fragment of obsidian, no larger than a walnut, etched with symbols that seemed to shift when viewed from the corner of the eye, and it was the only thing in the outpost of Kael that did not whisper. He set it on the desk before...

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