The Distant Machine

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The sky was not a sky. It was a membrane. Elena stared up. The light did not come from a sun. It hummed. It was a pale, bruised violet, stretching thin over a landscape of black glass. She stood alone. The silence was heavy. It pressed against her eardrums. She touched the ground. It was warm. It pulsed. Like a heartbeat. Slow. Steady. Eternal. "Is it real?" she whispered. No answer. The wind...

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