The Distant Machine
Chapter One Fatima Idris scrubbed the dried blood from the iron signet ring with a pumice stone, the grit digging into the metal until the surface gleamed with a dull, cold luster that reflected the haze of the distant fires. She did not look up from the task, her hands moving with the mechanical precision of a woman who had long since stopped flinching at the sight of gore, though the ache in...
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