The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the desk. It was thin. The paper was white. The ink was black. Marcus looked at it. He did not read it. He knew the words. He had written them in his mind for years. The city outside was gray. Rain hit the window. It sounded like static. It sounded like a dying radio. Marcus was a captain. He wore the uniform. The fabric was stiff. It smelled of sweat and old coffee. He had...

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