The Distant Machine

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October 14, 1998 The rain has not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turns the cliffs into a blur of slate and foam. I woke at four in the morning, the low-frequency hum of the lighthouse vibrating through the floorboards and into the soles of my feet, a sound that feels less like noise and more like a pressure against the teeth. It is the Distant Machine, as Silas used to...

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