The Distant Machine
Act I "You are certain the vibration is not merely the wind through the eaves?" Sato asked, his voice thin against the roar of the port.‌​⁠⁠‌‌‌​​‌⁠‌⁠⁠​​⁠​‌​‌‌‍​‌‍​​​​​​​​​​​​​​‌⁠‍​‌‌‌⁠‌‌‌‍‍‍‍​⁠​⁠‍​‌​⁠⁠⁠‌‍‌‍⁠⁠‍‍ I wiped the ink from my fingers, the black stain spreading like a bruise under the chipped varnish of the desk, and looked at the pneumatic sorting machine that dominated the center of...
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