The Distant Machine

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The rain against the window of the magistrate’s office did not sound like water, but like the slow, rhythmic tearing of silk, a sound that had grown so familiar to Arthur Penhaligon over the last three days that he could no longer distinguish it from the beating of his own heart, which hammered against his ribs with a violence that seemed to echo in the hollows of the stone walls, a pulse that...

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