The Distant Machine

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2026-08-17 23:23:37 -

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the day the frost bit hardest. It was thick with wax. The seal was broken. Inside, the paper was yellowed and brittle. I held it to the light. The ink was faded. It was from my father. He had written it three days before he died. I had not seen it until now. It had been hidden in the lining of his coat. The coat was in the closet. I had forgotten the coat. The...

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