The Distant Machine

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October 14, 1893 The lungs are a bellows that has forgotten how to stop, Julian, and I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that sputters with the same arrhythmic coughing fit that keeps me from the bench. The Mayor’s commission is due in three weeks, a mechanism of such intricate complexity that it requires the hands of a man who is not currently drowning in his own fluids. I have...

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