The Distant Machine

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The silver case of the pocket watch was warm in Elias Thorne’s hand, a small, heavy thing that smelled faintly of oil and old sweat. He held it up to the grey light of the window, turning the crown with a thumb that had lost its steadiness. It was a Tuesday in November, 1912, and the rent for the upper floor of the tenement on Holloway Street was due in three days. Elias needed eight pounds,...

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