The Distant Machine

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Chapter One My hands were already in the mud when I reached the gate, the soil cold and slick against my palms as I wrenched the rusted iron latch. The drizzle had been falling for three days, a fine, persistent mist that soaked through the wool of my coat and settled into the marrow of my bones. I wiped my fingers on my trousers, leaving dark streaks that looked like bruises, and looked up at...

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