The Distant Machine

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, gray mist that clung to the wool of Thomas’s coat and settled into the marrow of his bones. He stood in the doorway of the clinic, his fingers white-knuckled around the leather strap of his satchel, watching the mist swallow the cobblestones of Harrowgate. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of boiled herbs and damp stone, a smell that...

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