The Distant Machine

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2026-08-26 03:19:19 -

The brass gear was grinding against my molars, a sound like a millstone turning in a dry riverbed, and I woke with the taste of copper and oil thick on my tongue. I sat up in the dark, the weight of the blanket pressing against my shoulders like a hand, and listened to the silence of the workshop, which was never truly silent but hummed with the potential energy of a thousand unwound springs....

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