The Distant Machine

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The train cut through the grey mist of the Scottish Highlands like a knife through wet paper, and I pressed my forehead against the cold, vibrating glass, watching the landscape dissolve into a smear of heather and stone. I was returning to the Ashworth Institute, a sprawling complex of brick and iron that sat on the cliffs above the bay, a place where the machinery of the mind was calibrated...

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