The Distant Machine

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The pen had frozen solid in his hand, a black icicle that refused to yield to the heat of his fingers, and Elias Thorne sat in the blue dark of the study, listening to the house settle with a groan that sounded like a bone breaking. He was fifty-two years old, and the tenure committee had given him until the end of the month to submit the monograph on the Thorne Estate’s structural integrity, a...

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