The Distant Machine

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The letter lay on the desk. It was white. It was heavy. Eleanor stared at it. The fluorescent light buzzed. A low, electric hum. She touched the paper. It felt cold. She was the director. She was the gatekeeper. The machine ran. It always ran. There was no stopping it. Not really. Only pausing. She picked up the pen. The ink was black. She did not write. She looked at the window. The city was...

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