The Distant Machine

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Chapter One The olive groves of the high sierra were stripping their leaves in the sleet, the branches bending under the weight of ice that turned the scrubland into a cage of wire and thorn. In the valley below, the parish registry office stood shuttered against the wind, its ledger of births and deaths closed for the winter, while the lighthouse family huddled in the signal tower’s living...

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