The Distant Machine

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2026-08-18 02:28:26 -

The rain hit the window glass in sheets. I am writing this from the desk. The desk is oak. It is old. The wood is dark. My hand shakes. I cannot stop it. The coffee is cold. I do not care. I need to put this down. I need to write it before the memory fades. Before I forget the exact shade of the light. Before I forget the sound. My name is Arthur. I am a professor. I teach history. I teach the...

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