The Distant Machine

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The brass buckle of his work belt, cold and heavy in his palm, was the first thing Elias Vane noticed when he woke, its metal teeth biting into his skin like a small, persistent warning. He sat up in the narrow bed of the apartment in Prague, the linoleum floor beneath his bare feet slick with the damp chill that had seeped through the floorboards all night, and he looked at the stack of papers...

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