The Distant Machine
The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick mirrors reflecting the gas lamps above. I walked with my head down, the collar of my coat turned up against the chill, my hands tucked deep into pockets that held nothing but the dampness of the night and a single, folded piece of...
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