The Distant Machine

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The ledger entry for the missing tincture was not an error, but a wound. October 14, 1893. The warehouse floor is still wet. It is a cold, heavy dampness that seeps into the soles of my boots and settles in the joints of my knees, a physical weight that mirrors the administrative burden now pressing upon my shoulders. I have spent the last six hours scrubbing the floorboards with pumice and...

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