The Distant Machine

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October 14, 1912 Father, I write to you from the staff quarters at St. Jude’s, where the heating pipes rattle like a man with the shakes. I am forty-two years old, and my hands have begun to betray me in a way that is both subtle and terrifying. The board meets on the twenty-fifth to select the new Chief Warden, and I have spent the last decade preparing for this moment, yet I find myself...

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