The Distant Machine

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The rain in Chicago did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the asphalt into a mirror that reflected the broken neon of the city back up at the sky. Elias Thorne drove his sedan through the wet streets of the South Side, his hands gripping the steering wheel with a tightness that had become a permanent part of his anatomy. He was a man who had spent thirty years...

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