The Distant Machine

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The train rattled over the iron tracks, a low groan that vibrated in the marrow of Elias’s bones. He sat by the window, his tie loosened, his suit jacket draped over the seat beside him. Outside, the English countryside blurred into a smear of grey and brown. It was October. The air smelled of wet earth and coal smoke. Elias was a clerk for the Ministry of Internal Infrastructure. For twenty...

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