The Distant Machine

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The letters began to arrive on the first day of November, a pale month when the fog in London sat heavy upon the Thames like a burial shroud. They were unsigned, written in an ink that shimmered with a faint, iridescent blue, and they bore no return address. Margaret Holloway found the first one on her doormat, tucked under the brass lion’s head, and she opened it with the cautious, weary hands...

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