The Distant Machine

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March 14, 1942 The rain has not stopped since Tuesday, a grey, relentless sheet that turns the cobblestones of the town square into a slick, treacherous mirror, and I have spent the better part of the day in the paymaster’s office, watching the clock hands crawl with the slow, indifferent precision of a torturer’s tools. I am Thomas Hale, Quartermaster, and for three years I have served this...

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