The Distant Machine

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The letter was found in the ash. Not burned. Just buried. Under a layer of grey soot and cold embers. You picked it up. Your hands were stiff. The cold bit into your knuckles. It was a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. Time had lost its shape. You were the keeper. The warden. The man with the key. The castle was small. A hump in the hill. Stone walls thick as thighs. Inside, the air smelled of...

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