The Distant Machine

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The hum is in my teeth. I can feel it vibrating in the enamel, a low, thrumming note that never quite stops, no matter how hard I clench my jaw. Thomas, you need to come down. The cellar is getting cold, but the machine is getting hot. It’s eating my hands again. I know you’re busy with the accounts, with the coal delivery, with keeping the rest of the house from freezing, but I am twelve years...

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