The Distant Machine

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You dream of the road. It is black and wet. The mud sucks at your boots. You are walking. You do not know why you are walking. You only know you must walk. The air is cold. It bites your nose. You see a light ahead. It is not a lantern. It is not a fire. It is a shape. It stands in the middle of the path. You wake up. The room is gray. Rain hits the glass. It sounds like fingers tapping. You...

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