The Distant Machine

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Văn Nam stood in the center of the quarry lake, the water unnaturally blue and still as a sheet of glass, holding the unopened pay packet in his left hand like a stone. He was thirty-four years old, a man who had cut ice for twenty winters until the climate shifted and the trade died, and now he served as the sole custodian of a bronze artifact that the Bureau called a geological curiosity. The...

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