"What is it doing?" Sorley asked. His eyes fell in on the fractally regressive gears smoothly rearranging dumb matter into information. The lieutenant peered over his daily rag, squint-eyed with...
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Distant bells rang the New Year, and here was a sign, this...lurker, that a month yet spanned the remainder of night. It perched atop the Library of all places, as if peering over the edge of reason....
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Being the judge's understudy was staining Zimn's soul. Propelled inexorably ahead on rails of faith and obligation, Zimn carried out his grim assignment. He told himself, as the judge did, that high...
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