The Distant Machine

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The mud on your boots is the color of old blood, thick and clinging to the soles in a way that suggests the earth itself is trying to hold you down, a physical manifestation of the debt you owe to this soil and the men who lie beneath it. You stand at the edge of the quarry, the air heavy with the smell of wet stone and the distant, rhythmic clatter of the textile mill that has swallowed the...

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