The Distant Machine

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The wool was fraying at the cuff. I watched the thread pull loose. It hung there, a thin white vein against the dark blue cloth. I tried to catch it. My fingers trembled. They always trembled now. "Stop fidgeting, Thomas." Margaret’s voice came from the doorway. She did not enter. She stood in the hallway, her silhouette cut sharp against the dim light of the corridor. "I am not fidgeting," I...

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