The Distant Machine

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Chapter One The hills of interior Sicily rolled in grey waves under a sky so heavy with unseasonable thaw that the mud from the lower valleys had begun to float, lifting the docks of the coastal towns like corks in a bath. In the shadow of the old stone walls, the air smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of rusted iron, a scent that clung to the clothes of the men who worked the...

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