The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the heavy oak desk, its edges already softening from the damp air of the room. It was dated three days prior, written in the cramped, urgent hand of Arthur, a man who had once stood taller than the shadows he cast. Now, Arthur was a name on a roster, a figure in a grey uniform, and the ink on the page smelled faintly of iron and old paper. Thomas Bradshaw read it again, his...

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