The Distant Machine

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Act I "You cannot have it," the Abbot said, his voice flat as a ledger page. Marlene Zimmermann, forty-two, stood in the registry office, the November heat pressing against the glass like a damp hand. She wanted the Silver Locket. It hummed in her pocket, a low vibration that felt like a second heartbeat, promising to fix the blurring of her sight. "It belongs to the community," he continued,...

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