The Distant Machine
Chapter One "Can you hear it, Eamon?" The question hung in the damp air of the workshop, a sharp fracture in the silence that had settled over the room like a heavy, wet wool blanket. Eamon Hegarty did not look up from the needle in his hand, which was buried deep in the lining of the ceremonial robe, a garment of such intricate construction that it seemed to breathe on its own, a living thing...
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