The Distant Machine
The canal water moved slow and black, carrying the weight of the season’s late frost. In the hamlet, the merchants held the credit, and the independents held the debt. Zahra Ahmadi sat at her husband’s desk, the ink drying on the petition before her. Act I The paper was thin. It tore easily. She wrote the date, the sum owed, the name of the creditor. The walls of the cabin were thick, plastered...
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