The Distant Machine

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The border city hummed with the friction of two currencies, a low grind of exchange rates that turned the air heavy with ozone and unwashed wool. I stood in the queue for the retraining center, my fingers tracing the pawn slip for the promise ring Hana had left with the ticket taker, that retired man who looked at me like I was a ghost already paying debts. My name, Seung-min Seo, was printed...

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