The Distant Machine

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The ink had dried before Chinedu Darko realized his hand was shaking, a tremor that traveled from the wrist up into the shoulder, a physical weight he had carried since the fire took the barn and the receipts with it. He sat in the kitchen at one hundred and nine of the Rope Walk, the ceiling stains spreading like watercolors on wet paper, and stared at the ledger where the debt to the High...

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