The Distant Machine

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Chapter One "Did you see the blood in the ink, Jing Liu? Or was it just the rust from the pen?" I wiped my hands on the hem of my coat, the fabric already stiff with the damp that clings to the terraced hills of the Sichuan basin, a place where the air feels less like atmosphere and more like a liquid one must wade through. I was thirty-two, an archivist by trade, though my lungs had begun to...

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