The Distant Machine

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"Y'know, the watch ticks wrong," Alphonse whispered, his voice cracking in the humid dark. "It goes back. Tick, tock. Back." The heat in the front room was a physical weight, pressing the breath from his lungs until the air tasted of stale gaslight and old sweat. He sat at the table, the creased discharge paper soft as cloth in his hand, the ink blurred by the damp. Outside, swallows darted...

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