The Distant Machine

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The summons came at half past ten, a sharp rapping on the door of my office that cut through the smell of stale coffee and dust. I looked up from the ledger, the pen still damp in my hand, and saw Mr. Vane standing in the frame, his face a mask of procedural indifference. He did not step inside; he merely waited, his coat buttoned to the chin, as if the air in my small room were too...

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