The Distant Machine
The letter was found not in the usual place, tucked behind a loose brick in the garden wall or pinned to the inside of the wardrobe door, but in the breast pocket of the wool coat that had been left on the back of the chair by the fire, a chair that had been empty for three days, a chair that now seemed to hold the weight of the entire house. It was a single page, folded twice, the paper...
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