The Distant Machine

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The fire started at 4:12 in the afternoon. I know this because the clock on the wall ticked the second hand forward twice before the glass blew out. It was a Tuesday. The air smelled of scorched insulation and burnt hair. I was sitting in the back of Mrs. Gable’s classroom, picking at a loose thread on my sleeve. It was a red coat. My mother’s old coat. Too small for me now, but I wore it...

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