The Distant Machine

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The letter lies on the desk. The ink is still wet. You wrote it in a rush, the pen scratching against the paper like a mouse in the walls. You are a soldier. You have forgotten how to be a person, but you remember how to serve. That is all that matters now. The house is quiet. The rain taps against the glass, a steady, rhythmic code you no longer understand. You are leaving. Not today. Not yet....

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