The Distant Machine
The Distant Machine The machine lived in the cellar of the old Oxford factory on Iffley Road, and Eleanor Marchwood had never once wanted to go down and look at it. For eleven years she had walked past the service entrance on Iffley Road, carrying her briefcase full of manuscripts for the Bodleian, thinking about nothing at all. Sometimes she thought about the way afternoon light fell through...
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