The Distant Machine

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The brass compass in Thomas Hale’s hand was chipped along the rim, a jagged white scar in the metal where the enamel had flaked off. He turned it over in his shaking fingers, watching the needle twitch and settle, pointing north toward a line of trees that was currently obscured by fog and the smell of wet wool. It was March 14, 1912, and the trench was a slurry of mud and rotting straw, cold...

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