The Distant Machine

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14 March 1892. "It is not for sale," the shopkeeper said, his voice thin and dry as the dust on the counter. "The wind has taken its soul." I stood there, clutching the three shillings I had saved by mending socks for the mill girls, and felt the cold seep through my thin wool coat. The wind was howling outside, a low, mournful moan that rattled the glass panes of Alderman’s Pawnshop. I had...

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