The Distant Machine

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The night the machine first hummed through the floorboards of the church annex, Margaret Holloway was on her knees, scrubbing the linoleum of the vestry with a tin of Dutch cleanser. The sound was not loud. It was a low, planetary thrum, like the turning of a far-off dynamo, and it vibrated up through the worn tiles into her shins. She paused, the brush dripping suds onto the floor, and...

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