The Distant Machine

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The brass lever was cold, slick with condensation, and it sat in my palm like a dead bird. I held it for a moment, feeling the weight of the metal against the calluses on my hand, before I let go. The steam whistle began to scream. It was a sound that did not belong to the world of men, a high, tearing shriek that vibrated in the teeth and turned the blood in the ears to ice. Outside, the dawn...

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