The Distant Machine

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Inoue Shinji’s hands moved through the air, sorting the last of the chandler’s inventory, his fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the thin walls of the care home’s back office. The pile of ledgers grew taller, a grey mountain of debt and duty, while the clock on the wall ticked with a rhythm that felt less like time and more like a countdown to something inevitable. He was forty-two,...

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