The Distant Machine

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Act I Zaynab Rahal, thirty-four years old, had spent the last three years carrying the weight of a phantom limb in her left arm, a hollow ache that pulsed in time with the drone of the power station. She wrote this in her journal by the light of a tallow candle, the ink smudging as her hand trembled, for the Machine, as she had come to call the sensation, whispered that the man in the holding...

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