The Distant Machine

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The rain did not fall so much as it was driven, a horizontal spear of cold iron that stung the exposed skin of the investigator’s cheeks and slicked the heavy wool of his coat with a dark, oily sheen, while the bells of the ancient city tolled not in a rhythm of time but in a discordant, grinding protest against the very existence of the stone walls that housed them, and he, Thomas Bradshaw,...

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