The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the desk. It was not signed. The ink was black and dry. The date was October 14th. It was written in a hand that shook. Elias read it once. He did not read it again. He set it down. The paper was thin. It felt cold. Outside, the city hummed. It was a low, constant sound. The factory gears turned. The steam rose. The air smelled of coal and rain. It was the city of Ironbridge....

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