The Distant Machine

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The ink was already bleeding into the porous skin of the paper, a dark, viscous stain that mirrored the bruise blooming beneath my left rib, a place where the bone had cracked like dry ice under a hammer. I wrote this not for publication, nor for the archive of the university that had swallowed me whole, but for the cold, indifferent void that waits beyond the final page. My hand trembles, not...

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