The Distant Machine

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The train cut through the grey heart of the Midlands, a steel serpent shedding steam into the cold air. Dr. Arthur Vane sat in the corner, his coat buttoned to the chin, his fingers tracing the grain of the wooden seat. He was a man of precise angles, a scholar of taxonomy and decay, accustomed to the silence of libraries and the slow drip of water in subterranean basements. But today, the...

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