The Distant Machine

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The pen in Arthur’s right hand was a heavy thing, the kind of brass and ivory that felt like a dead bird in the grip. He held it until the knuckles turned the color of old bone, fighting the tremor that had begun to live in his fingertips three weeks ago. Outside the window of the Royal Institute, the London fog pressed against the glass, a thick, grey wool that muffled the distant clatter of...

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