The Distant Machine

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14 November, 1893. The air in the St. Jude’s Asylum has taken on a metallic taste, a coppery tang that clings to the back of the throat and refuses to be washed away by the tepid water of the morning ablutions. I am forty-two years old, the senior clerk, and for the past six months I have been haunted by a rhythm that rises from the foundations, a low, subterranean thrumming that vibrates...

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