The Distant Machine

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The rain against the windowpane of my office, a high-ceilinged box of glass and steel in the heart of the city, sounded like the relentless ticking of a clock that had no intention of stopping, a rhythmic, wet percussion that seemed to synchronize itself with the throbbing ache in my temples as I stared at the letter, the paper white and stark as a sheet, the words on it black and final, a...

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