The Distant Machine

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2026-08-17 17:34:12 -

March 14th. The cufflink is blue. Sapphire. It catches the light. A cold, hard eye. I wear it every day. Left wrist. It is the only thing I own that is not mine. Or perhaps it is the only thing that owns me. The glass is thick. The city below is gray. Rain. Always rain. I look at my hands. They are steady. They must be steady. If I shake, they will know. They are already watching. The door...

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