The Distant Machine
You have the quota for the repair, but no parts, have you? Chapter One Olavi Jarvinen stood in the break room of the night warehouse, the cold from the frozen well outside pressing against the glass until the panes rattled in their frames. He held the childhood toy, a small plastic bird printed from a scan he had made twenty years ago, its surface worn smooth and white where his thumb had...
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