The Distant Machine

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The first crack in the porcelain was a whisper, a hairline fracture that ran through the rim of the cup before it bloomed into a jagged chasm, sending shards of blue and white scattering across the mahogany table like the teeth of a beast that had finally been allowed to die. You stood in the center of the Grand Hall of the Sterling Industrial Consortium, the air thick with the scent of roasted...

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