The Distant Machine

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Concepcion Villaseñor, fifty-eight years old and holding a fishing license that had been auctioned off at the border post three weeks prior, stood in the steam-thickened air of the pie factory line. The heat pressed against her skin, a physical weight that smelled of rendered fat and old iron, while the machines hummed their low, indifferent hymn beneath the concrete floor. She was not here to...

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