The Distant Machine

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The needle slipped. It was a small thing. A glint of steel in the gloom of the workshop. But it meant the end. Elias Vane did not look up. He could not. To look up was to admit that the seam was broken. To look up was to see the face of the woman who sat across from him, her hands folded in her lap, waiting for the verdict. She was his wife. She was also the first one to leave. Or perhaps she...

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