The Distant Machine

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November 14, 1912 Mr. Halloway, I am writing this by the light of a single tallow candle in the foreman’s office, the one that smells of damp wool and old varnish, because the gas lines were shut down for the season three days ago and I find I cannot sleep in my quarters when the wind picks up off the river. I am resigning my position as head foreman of the Oakhaven Mill effective immediately,...

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