The Distant Machine

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Fang Zhu sat in the narrow cab of the food truck, the engine ticking as it cooled, and watched the last tram of the night rattle past the window. It was 1924, and the contract for the new railway division had been cancelled three days prior, leaving her with a ration book whose pages were torn at the spine, and a body that felt heavier than it had a year ago. The cab smelled of stale oil and...

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