The Distant Machine

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The letter began without a salutation. Margaret’s hand trembled. The ink bled into the paper. She wrote of the left hand. Not the right. The right hand was strong. The right hand held the sword. The right hand killed the judge. The left hand was useless. The left hand was the evidence. She sat in the attic room. The window looked out over the town of Oakhaven. The town was old. The stones were...

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