The Distant Machine
The machine sat in the basement of the abandoned factory on Iffley Road, its vacuum tubes still warm. Eleanor Marchwood had been a manuscript editor at the Bodleian Library for twenty-three years, and she had spent the last eleven of those years trying to understand why her brother Henry had vanished. He had walked out of their childhood home on Pemberton Lane in the spring of 2015 and simply...
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