The Distant Machine

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The ledger shows three hundred and twelve shillings owed to the apothecary, and another forty for the chandler, a debt that sat on my chest like a wet wool coat in the rain. It is the fourteenth of November, 1423, and I am writing this by the guttering light of a tallow candle that smells of rendered fat and despair. My mother’s breathing has changed again; it is a rattle, dry as the husk of a...

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