The Distant Machine

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The bread went stale before the letter did. It sat on the slate table, a square of hard, pale matter that had once been soft enough to crush between the teeth, now brittle as old bone. Thomas sat in the corner of the high-ceilinged room, the one that smelled of damp stone and the lingering, cloying scent of dried lavender used to preserve the documents in the adjacent archive. He was a clerk of...

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