The Distant Machine

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The letter began with the smell of wet wool. Marta held the parchment to her nose. It smelled of the storm that had taken the bridge. It smelled of the cold that seeped into her marrow. She had been writing for three days. The ink was still wet. The words were sharp. They cut her fingers. She was a woman of the upper house. She was a wife. She was a physician. These facts were stones in her...

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