The Distant Machine

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November. The coal dust was in my teeth. It was in my hair. It was in the marrow of my bones. I wrote this by the light of a single tallow stub, the flame trembling against the draft that screamed through the cracks of the cellar wall. We were not alone, but we were. That is the paradox of our confinement. The machine hummed. It always hummed. A low, tectonic groan that vibrated in the soles of...

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