The Distant Machine

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The ink in the ledger was still wet when I heard the scream of tearing metal, a sound so violent it seemed to rip the silence from the throat of the outpost. I looked down at the page, where my own handwriting recorded the daily intake of coal, a neat column of numbers that suddenly meant nothing against the shriek of the boiler rupturing in the machine house. The heat died instantly, replaced...

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