The Distant Machine

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The rain had been falling in Oakhaven for three days, a steady, cold sheet that turned the cobblestones slick and black, and Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the municipal office, holding a brown leather portfolio against his chest as if it were a shield. Inside that portfolio lay the blueprints for a series of modular housing units, drawings he had spent four years refining in a cramped...

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