The Distant Machine

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Chapter One "I don't remember signing it, Mr. Halloway." The clerk’s pen hovered over the paper, a small black bird waiting for a signal. Esther Waggoner stood in the staff canteen, the air thick with the damp heat of the reclamation yard outside, where dead machines rusted in the wind. She was thirty-four, a salt-plain caravaner by trade, though her hands were too steady for the road these...

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