The Distant Machine

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Act I Osman Celik sat in the third-class carriage of the railway, his hands resting on his knees, and watched the steam condense on the glass as the train lurched over a bridge spanning the deep, silent gorge. He was forty-two years old, a pharmaceutical chemist who had spent the last decade hunched over beakers in a town where the air tasted of coal dust and wet wool, and he knew with a cold,...

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