The Distant Machine

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Chapter One Could a man truly love a thing that was not alive? Francesco Grieco, thirty-two years old and his hands perpetually stained with the grey dust of the mill, sat at the rough-hewn table in the back of the workshop, the oil lamp flickering against the peeling wallpaper of lime and faded blue. He was writing to Enzo, who had been gone for three years to the cities of the north, and the...

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