The Distant Machine
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, tucked between a bill for coal and a notice of tax arrears. It was signed by the County Surveyor, a man whose name, H. G. Thorne, sounded like a dry twig snapping under a boot. It stated, in terms that were polite but final, that the eastern fence line of the Harrow farm had been shifted three feet to the north. It claimed this adjustment was necessary to...
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