The Machine Beneath Ohio
The rag came away gray. Ray dropped it in the bucket, wrung it out with both hands, dipped it back in the water. The water was cold and smelled like iron. He pulled the rag free and began wiping again. The metal was cold under the cloth. That was the first thing Ray noticed every morning, before anything else. Cold. Even in summer the machine stayed cold, even when the rest of the building had...
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