The Distant Machine

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Chapter One "You cannot simply sell the key, Ignacio. It is not yours to dispose of, nor is it mine to buy, though I have done both." I woke with the taste of copper and old grease on my tongue, the dream still clinging to me like wet wool. In the dream, my left hand had detached at the wrist, sliding off the workbench with a wet, mechanical click, and it had begun to tick, counting seconds...

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