The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the mahogany desk, its envelope unsealed, the paper within crisp and white as the frost that had finally settled on the ivy outside the high windows. Julian Thorne did not open it immediately. He sat in the leather chair, the one that had belonged to his father before it had belonged to the man who owned the firm, and he watched the dust motes dance in the shafts of afternoon...

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