The Distant Machine

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It was a noise like a jaw chewing bone. "Is it the gear again?" I asked. The foreman, a man named Halloway who smelled of stale coffee and wet wool, didn’t look up from his clipboard. He was standing in the doorway of the control room, his back to me, writing something down with a pen that had a cracked cap. "Maintenance is scheduled for Thursday," he said. "Keep the line moving. I don’t pay...

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