The Distant Machine

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October 12, 1904. I am holding a piece of paper. It is a list of names. My name is at the bottom. Above it is my brother’s name, crossed out in red ink. The ink is dry. It looks like a wound that has scabbed over. I am twelve years old. My hands are shaking, but not from the cold. The boiler room is hot. The air tastes of iron and sweat. I am counting the teeth on the Great Gear. There are...

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