The Distant Machine
Chapter One "Negligence. Incident 402. Compensation denied." The ink on the supervisor’s note was still wet when I read it, a black smear against the yellowed paper that felt like a wound in the quiet of my office. I was thirty-four years old, a border patrol officer with a repatriation fund that ran short before the month did, and the collapse of the mining tunnel three days prior had left me...
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