The Distant Machine
Chapter One The ink had dried before the train reached the next junction, and Fiona MacIntyre knew it was too late to change her mind. She sat in the third-class carriage, the wood slats cold against her back, holding a glass vial that contained the last of her mother’s tincture. It was a remedy for the nerves, distilled from foxglove and bitter almond, a substance worth more in the black...
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