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The machine was in the basement, behind a door that Thomas Hale had walked past every day for three years without ever opening it. His grandfather had died on a Tuesday. The estate lawyer had delivered the keys and a leather-bound journal on Thursday. On Saturday, in a moment of boredom that might have been curiosity or might have been the first tremor of something worse, Thomas picked up the...
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