The Distant Machine

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March 12 The ink is dry before I set the pen down, which is a good thing, because my hands are shaking. I am on the train to Oakhaven, watching the fields blur past the window. I need you to know that I have signed the deed. I sold the workshop. I told myself it was duty, Clara. I told myself that a man who cannot pay his debts has no right to keep the house of his father. But that is a lie I...

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