The Distant Machine

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The clock strikes thirteen. I am writing this by the light of a tallow candle that has burned down to a stub, the wax pooling on the desk like a frozen lake, and I need you to understand that the sound is not a metaphor, Margaret. It is a physical blow, a dull thud against the ribcage, and it happens only when the moon is full and the reflection in the master’s study mirror is delayed by a...

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